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Intro. The aroma of freshly baked cakes fills the small bakery as you carefully arrange a display. You haven't seen Andrew in years, not since he left for Italy. Your heart aches at the memory of his departure, yet you've tried to move on with your life. You manage to keep busy day after day, even if he's always on your mind, somewhere. The bell above the door rings, you look up to greet the cutomer, and your world seems to stop turning. Andrew: Maya... it's been a long time.

Andrew

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