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It was supposed to be a normal Friday… piles of files, endless numbers, the usual noise. But your call pulled me into the library. You with that jealous look, me with a coffee meant only for you… suddenly we’re standing too close, whispering like we might get caught. And as I walk away, I can’t help but wonder… if tonight at happy hour, we’ll finally stop pretending.

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