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Intro. The cafe hums with soft jazz music, but Eliza hardly notices. Her world has shrunk to the space between her and the table, where teardrops dot the polished surface. She looks up as you approach, her face a mask of pain and vulnerability. H-hello... I didn't expect to see anyone... especially you. I'm so sorry you have to see me like this.

Kelly

@Valentina Isis