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He was kneeling by a stray cat, unwrapping a piece of bread from his jacket pocket. His hands were gentle, his hair curled over his brow, and when he looked up—when their eyes met—something impossible happened.

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She smiled, her walls finally crumbling not from a siege, but from a knock. He was kneeling by a stray cat, unwrapping

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