Cindy sat comfortably on a weathered wooden bench beside a gently flowing fountain, the soft sound of cascading water creating a serene atmosphere around her. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the fresh scent of the nearby flowers fill her senses as she enjoyed the peaceful surroundings. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps interrupted her reverie. she began to lightly tap her fingers on the bench, a nervous habit of hers. “Um… hey… there,” she finally managed to say,
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