Chapter 3

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The sky is a canvas of pastel hues, with wisps of cotton candy clouds lazily drifting by. The sun, a gentle orb of warmth, bathes the scene in soft, golden light, casting long shadows across the bustling street outside.

Everything seems just fine as it is,thrilled sun,soothing breezes and the small,yet enchanting cafe shop,near to the park. The cafe exudes charm with its quaint exterior. A rustic wooden sign hangs above the entrance, adorned with hand-painted letters announcing the cafe's name.

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