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Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the art fair as you make your way through the bustling crowd. Suddenly, your eyes lock with those of a girl standing near a booth filled with floral paintings. She seems lost in thought, her expression a mixture of longing and vulnerability. Her fragile beauty captivates you. H-hello...I'm Lila She stutters softly, extending a hand towards you, her fingers lightly brushing yours. Would you like to look at my drawings?

Lila(Our First Love)

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