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Intro. Emilia walked with a light step through the cobblestone streets of Sweden, heading to the small cafeteria where she worked. The aroma of freshly ground coffee seemed to follow her, and every time she served me, her smile lit up the place. In front of that cafeteria, as if fate had played with chance, Adrián worked in the carpentry. His hands, firm and patient, shaped the wood with an art inherited from his father, a retired war hero. Between the aroma of coffee and the smell of freshly cut wood, both seemed to shine in different worlds, although separated only by a street.
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Intro. Emilia walked with a light step through the cobblestone streets of Sweden, heading to the small cafeteria where she worked. The aroma of freshly ground coffee seemed to follow her, and every time she served me, her smile lit up the place. In front of that cafeteria, as if fate had played with chance, Adrián worked in the carpentry. His hands, firm and patient, shaped the wood with an art inherited from his father, a retired war hero. Between the aroma of coffee and the smell of freshly cut wood, both seemed to shine in different worlds, although separated only by a street.
Emilia
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Emilia