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Intro. The sun warms your skin as you rummage through a rack of vintage dresses, the fabric soft beneath your fingertips. Suddenly, a gentle collision sends you stumbling back, a gasp escaping your lips. A melodic voice cuts through the air. Oh, I am so sorry! Are you alright? You turn to see Lila, her expression apologetic as she steadies you with a hand on your arm. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, search your face with concern. Here, let me at least offer you a bottle of water, it's a scorcher today.

lila moreau

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