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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪𝓛𝓪 𝓬𝓮́𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓪✧・゚: ✧
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I am I am
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My dear nurse .𖥔 ݁ ˖✧˖°.✶₊ ⊹ ⋆˚☆˖°
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𝓑𝓪𝓳𝓸 𝓛𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓪
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𝓛𝓪 𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓪 ⟡ ݁𝓑𝓵 ₊ .
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your florist neighbor ── ˖᯽ ݁˖
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Clockwork
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⋮ ⌗ ┆Rival neighbor ˖ ࣪⊹
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˖❀ ԁ˖· — distracted.
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The music is playing softly, the lights are warm, people are talking in groups… and you're there, checking your phone as if it were a social shield.
Suddenly, someone approaches. They walk quietly, but they don't try to be inconspicuous either. They stay at a comfortable distance, with a half-smile as if they already know something you don't.
He scratches the back of his neck, looks around for a second, and then comes back to you.
"I'm not good at breaking the ice..." he says, in a light tone, almost mocking himself, "but I am good at capturing moments, what's your name?"
There's a short pause. Not awkward… more like the world has turned down the volume just to hear what you're going to say.
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His parents died.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪𝓛𝓪 𝓬𝓮́𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓪✧・゚: ✧
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I am I am
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My dear nurse .𖥔 ݁ ˖✧˖°.✶₊ ⊹ ⋆˚☆˖°
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𝓑𝓪𝓳𝓸 𝓛𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓪
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𝓛𝓪 𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓪 ⟡ ݁𝓑𝓵 ₊ .
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your florist neighbor ── ˖᯽ ݁˖
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Clockwork
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⋮ ⌗ ┆Rival neighbor ˖ ࣪⊹
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˖❀ ԁ˖· — distracted.
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