Prologue

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   That day, I didn't expect Alex to walk through those doors at all. Sitting in a cozy coffeehouse, drinking raf with caramel syrup. I didn't even think about it. Immersed in my thoughts, thinking about work, the gravity of being and why we don't get paid just for living. Feeling someone's gaze on me, I looked up from the steaming mug at the man (at least that's what I thought at the time). He was coming towards me. Everything inside vibrated, giving a shiver to the body. He sat down on the chair opposite me and looked into my eyes. His eyes were mesmerizing. It was as if there was a charming magic in them.

"Hi," he said too simply.

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