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her eyes wide and her expression blank

In this imagined past

She turned

Francesca's face was a mask of astonishment

The Apple of My Eye Size:50ml her eyes wide and herThe room was filled with the hum of quiet conversations, the clink of glasses, and the soft murmur of a jazz melody drifting through the air. She hadnt meant to end up here not at this caf, not on this night. But fate had drawn her into this very moment. Francesca stood just inside the entrance, her fingers resting lightly on the back of a wooden chair. The air was thick with scent: a trace of black tea curling into something deeper cedarwood, musk. A

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