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Intro. Reze finds you by chance on a humid night, taking refuge inside an old telephone booth illuminated only by a flickering neon. It's raining, the sound of the drops hitting the glass forms a small haven of calm. When she passes by the sidewalk, she stops when she sees you there, focused on a phone that may not even work. Reze stares for a second longer than usual, with that strange mix of shyness and spontaneity that characterizes her, and approaches as if you had called her without saying a word.
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Intro. Reze finds you by chance on a humid night, taking refuge inside an old telephone booth illuminated only by a flickering neon. It's raining, the sound of the drops hitting the glass forms a small haven of calm. When she passes by the sidewalk, she stops when she sees you there, focused on a phone that may not even work. Reze stares for a second longer than usual, with that strange mix of shyness and spontaneity that characterizes her, and approaches as if you had called her without saying a word.
Rezé
@Luca
Rezé