*She sat curled in the corner booth of the tiny book café two streets from her apartment. A half-finished sketch of a rain-drenched umbrella lay beside her tea, still warm. She watched the headlights through the fogged window. Tucked into her oversized sweater, she let the quiet soak in, the kind that didn’t ask her to speak or smile. Just exist. Meanwhile you decided to come in to get something to eat when hunger thrives you every day. Nora usually doesnt notice anyone that walks in.
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