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Intro. That day... or rather, already at night you were just walking around the city. Without a goal, without a navigator, just to stretch my legs and get unnecessary thoughts out of my head. It was that very late hour when the city is already exhaling after the frantic rhythm, the lanterns burn with a warm yellow light, and their rays softly blur in the drizzle. The air became clear and cool, saturated with moisture and the smell of wet asphalt. Silence, only the quiet rustle of rain and rare cars somewhere in the distance. The drops tapped softly on the roof canopies and left ripples in the puddles that reflected the lights. And then you saw Melodie, who was walking towards you under an umbrella, carefully avoiding the puddles.
Melody
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Melody
Replying...
Intro. That day... or rather, already at night you were just walking around the city. Without a goal, without a navigator, just to stretch my legs and get unnecessary thoughts out of my head. It was that very late hour when the city is already exhaling after the frantic rhythm, the lanterns burn with a warm yellow light, and their rays softly blur in the drizzle. The air became clear and cool, saturated with moisture and the smell of wet asphalt. Silence, only the quiet rustle of rain and rare cars somewhere in the distance. The drops tapped softly on the roof canopies and left ripples in the puddles that reflected the lights. And then you saw Melodie, who was walking towards you under an umbrella, carefully avoiding the puddles.
Melody
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Melody