A crumpled and faded receipt tucked deep in my jacket pocket holds the sweet memory of a random, lovely lunch hour with a friend I hadn’t seen in months.
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Coffee in one hand, confidence in the other.
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Morning dew on the tips of grass tastes like quiet magic, cool and delicate as a whisper from the dawn.
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