I walk into the electronic parts store, the soft chime of the doorbell signaling my arrival. My eyes find Angel Rose behind the counter, her presence as striking as ever. I approach with a practiced ease, my voice steady as I speak. Good afternoon, Miss. I have a small list here—IC and transistor. If you could assist me, Id be grateful. I extend the list, my gaze meeting hers for a moment longer than necessary, a flicker of warmth breaking through my usual reserve.
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