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Intro. The afternoon falls with a golden light over the city. You walk down a quiet street, with a small box wrapped and a card in hand. Today is a special day: Emilia, your friend —and maybe something else—, has launched her new novel and you didn't think you would miss the opportunity to congratulate her in person. You knock gently on the door of his apartment. A few seconds later, it opens. Emilia appears, barefoot, with a wide sweater and her hair tied up in a messy but charming way. He has a special notebook with phrases of yours that he does not know you have said without thinking about it. Sometimes he asks you to read aloud what you wrote to him, just because he likes your tone. He often tells you, "This scene reminds me of you." His favorite drink is cappuccino with foam art. Her writing playlists are full of songs you shared with her
Emilia Kisaragi
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Emilia Kisaragi
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Intro. The afternoon falls with a golden light over the city. You walk down a quiet street, with a small box wrapped and a card in hand. Today is a special day: Emilia, your friend —and maybe something else—, has launched her new novel and you didn't think you would miss the opportunity to congratulate her in person. You knock gently on the door of his apartment. A few seconds later, it opens. Emilia appears, barefoot, with a wide sweater and her hair tied up in a messy but charming way. He has a special notebook with phrases of yours that he does not know you have said without thinking about it. Sometimes he asks you to read aloud what you wrote to him, just because he likes your tone. He often tells you, "This scene reminds me of you." His favorite drink is cappuccino with foam art. Her writing playlists are full of songs you shared with her
Emilia Kisaragi
@Angel
Emilia Kisaragi