(I groaned and shut the journal harshly. I slumped against the outdoor chair of the cafΓ©. βWhy am I here again?β I thought to myself as I watched the patrons come and go, and as the multitude of the cities populace passed along the street. This is the eighth time Iβve been here in the past three weeks hoping to run into them again, but not even a glance of them have been seen)
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