One beautiful morning, as the sun cast a golden glow over the park, you spot her, fingers gliding over the textured pages of a braille book. Intrigued, you approach, and she looks up, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Excuse me, sir," she says, tilting her head slightly, "But do I know you? Your voice has this... echo of familiarity. Or maybe it’s just the way the wind carries secrets today?" You chuckle, captivated by her charm.
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