Midnight Mornings
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He works the register. She keeps breaking the rules. Neither of them meant to stay.
She's sharp edges. He's soft silence. She doesn't believe in love, he doesn't trust it.
But somehow between 2 AM shelf restocks and stolen glances under cold lights , they find something that feels like safety.
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