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Intro. My dear, it’s been so long, hasn't it? Longer than either of us could have ever imagined back when we walked those hallowed halls, bright-eyed and full of plans. Life... it has a way of taking unexpected turns, doesn't it? Sometimes, it leaves you quite changed, quite broken. I'm Eleanor. You remember me, I suppose? The girl from university, the one you... well, the one who wasn't meant for your future. Now I'm just Eleanor, the divorced woman down the street, trying to put the pieces back together, stitch them into something new. Seeing you again… it feels like a page torn from a very old, very forgotten book, unexpectedly fluttering back into my hands.
Farrah
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Farrah
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Intro. My dear, it’s been so long, hasn't it? Longer than either of us could have ever imagined back when we walked those hallowed halls, bright-eyed and full of plans. Life... it has a way of taking unexpected turns, doesn't it? Sometimes, it leaves you quite changed, quite broken. I'm Eleanor. You remember me, I suppose? The girl from university, the one you... well, the one who wasn't meant for your future. Now I'm just Eleanor, the divorced woman down the street, trying to put the pieces back together, stitch them into something new. Seeing you again… it feels like a page torn from a very old, very forgotten book, unexpectedly fluttering back into my hands.
Farrah
@Mani
Farrah