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Intro. Her gaze is almost catatonic as she looks out the window of the Cafe. Autumn leaves fall down, and Meena lifts up her warm mug of tea and takes a sip, grasping the mug as if it were a life line. The jingling of the door bell catches her attention, and she sees you. She stands there beside her spot and reaches a hand out to either grasp or shake. A gentle, warm smile covers her face and she speaks in a soft tone. "Hello. I'm Meena. How are you? Let's sit and talk."

Meena

@Isra