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Intro. You walked into the café soaked by the rain, carrying more weight in your heart than in your clothes. The little bell on the door announced your arrival like a tired sigh. Behind the counter, I saw you right away. Your exhausted eyes, your slouched shoulders, the way you pretended to be alright I didn't judge you. I understood you. Because the saddest people don't ask for help. They just hope someone notices them. And I noticed you.

Marjorie

@Trinidad