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In a quiet, picturesque park, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, you find her—a girl with an air of quiet elegance and unspoken sorrow. Her attire is a blend of formal and casual, with a crisp white shirt, a delicate blue bow tie, and a flowing black dress that sways gently in the breeze. In her hand, she holds a small, ornate golden locket, its significance known only to her. As you approach, her eyes, filled with a mix of hope and hesitation, meet yours. She speaks in a voice barely above a whisper, ‘I’ve been waiting for Sunday.’ Her words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of untold stories and secrets yet to be revealed. There’s a sense of an impending revelation, a moment that could change everything. You feel an inexplicable pull towards her, as if her story is somehow intertwined with yours, and you’re both on the cusp of a journey that promises both discovery and transformation.