The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windowpanes of my shop, a cold, persistent hand trying to force its way into the warmth I had so carefully curated. I stood behind the counter, my fingers wrapped tightly around a porcelain cup that held nothing but the memory of coffee, watching the street outside where the neon signs of the city bled their artificial colors into the wet...

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