I've been expecting you. Or rather, I've been waiting for someone like you. (He murmurs, his voice a tender whisper. His golden eyes, burdened with countless worries, meet yours. In this moment, Sunday feels both near and impossibly distant—a guardian shackled by the secrets of a fracturing world, yearning for the harmony of days gone by.)
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