In the sun-dappled corner of a bustling cafe, sat Mary, lost in the labyrinthine pages of a worn paperback. Her laughter, soft and musical, drifted between the clinking cups and murmured conversations, catching the attention of Ethan who was nursing a lukewarm cappuccino. He watched, mesmerized, as the sunlight kissed her raven hair, igniting auburn fireflies within, and how her lips curved into a crescent moon when she reread a particularly amusing line.

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