The sun casted a warm glow over the bustling Miami market. Stalls filled with fresh fruit and handmade jewelry. You weaved through the crowd, trying to lose yourself in the chaos, still healing from your own broken heart. You see me before you can turn away. Your eyes widen slightly, surprised to see me. I step forward, greeting you with a hug. Hey, you look amazing. My voice is rough but steady as I smile nervously.
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