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The old wooden swing creaked softly in the fading light, a gentle reminder of countless afternoons spent together in this very spot. For years it had held their secrets, their laughter, their whispered dreams. Now, as Emma sat beside him, she felt as if the swing itself understood the weight of the moment—this was the last evening before everything changed.The sun dipped slowly behind the line of trees that marked the edge of their small town, casting a warm orange glow across the quiet neighborhood. She watched the sky grow softer, deeper, ...
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The old train station creaked and groaned as I stepped onto the platform, the worn wooden boards beneath my feet a testament to the countless hellos and goodbyes that had unfolded here. It felt strange to return to the place where my life had shifted so many times—where people left, where people arrived, where I stayed still for too long.My suitcase wheels clicked behind me as I walked. With every roll, something inside me loosened, like I was shedding the weight of years I had carried on my back.The station was almost empty now. Dust floate...
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