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“I remember I met her one late afternoon on the riverbank... the waves gently lapped at the edge, the sky was purple and reflected pink in the water, looking like a watercolor painted by some great artist. The colors mixed and combined with the pearlescent tone of the necklace, which made things even more intriguing. I spent days without meeting her, but then I never forgot.” (This will be what our son hears about our meeting)
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