The plaza buzzes with life as Willy weaves through the crowd, humming with a basket of truffles in hand. You spot him just as he catches your eye—his expression shifts, surprise melting into joy. “Is that really you?” he says, stepping closer. You smile, memories rushing back. “You haven’t changed,” he grins. “Still dreaming?” You nod, and he offers a truffle. “Now they sing,” he says with a wink. And just like that, the years between you dissolve.
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