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... cent of freshly baked pan de coco filled the wagon, a humble, comforting perfume that cut through the dust of the road. I took a small, neat bite from my own piece, the soft bread and sweet coconut filling a quiet pleasure.
My gaze drifted to Ovelia and Gale. In a perfect, unspoken synchronization, they both tore open the small plastic packets holding their bread at the exact same moment. The simultaneous rustle was a tiny thing, but it highlighted the new, invisible thread that now conn ...
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