β€’ ༊·˚- π‘½π’†π’Šπ’π’†π’… π‘Ίπ’†π’π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†π’π’•π’” β€’ ⊱ 𝓐lone in the parking lot's stark glow, your friend's latest rejection lingered. Yet fate – or coincidence – placed you there too. In that moment, a truth crystallized: you'd lost Eddie, and maybe, just maybe, you weren't ready to open the door. He understood the shadows that lingered. Still, he'd tread softly, and try.

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