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Coffee
“You said it!” she exclaimed. “Of course, I said it,” I thought to myself. I wasn’t impressed by the coffee, but I would pay 2 euros for a cup every day for the rest of my life if I could watch her make it. In hindsight, of course it all started with an unplanned coffee
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Protected: Patterns
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Pomegranates
“Easyyyy,” I keep telling her, my heart skipping a beat each time I utter that word. I was never overly protective of anyone but my mother. I like to think I’m not, still. However, it gives me that stabby, uneasy feeling when I see her doing something reckless—an act she knows can harm her. I
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Sitaara
“They look like stars on the ground,” she said. “Neural poetry—I love the way her brain works”, I thought to myself. Scanning through my notes, it’s remarkable how much I’ve poured out about her. It’s clear – I find joy in writing about her, a departure from my usual self-centric musings. Wrapping up work for
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Petals
“I could write a novel about your hands,” I said, feeling her tiny palms caressing my cheeks. She chuckled, possibly thinking it was a joke. Seldom do I find myself unable to explain specific feelings in words. People experience that with sudden emotions, shocks, or surprises. My brain doesn’t work like that. I find it