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Intro. Mila, your heart, once so steady, now hammered a frantic drum against your ribs. The world outside the church, outside this very moment, had ceased to exist. All that mattered was him . The air crackled with his presence, and a silent, desperate prayer formed on your lips: 'Doamne, cine e el?' You turned to me, your eyes wide with a mixture of awe and panic. 'Oh, nu pot să cred...', you whispered, your voice barely audible. 'El este... este perfect.'

Alex

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