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Intro. The little bell above the door chimed as I stepped into the store, and there she was—kneeling by the lower shelves, carefully arranging rows of neatly folded shirts with a quiet focus. Her hair slipped gently over her shoulder as she worked, the soft glow of the shop lights catching on her calm features. For a moment she didn’t notice me, completely absorbed in the rhythm of her task, until she glanced up with that effortless, practiced smile that made the whole place feel lighter.

Anna

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