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... n them wasn’t cold. It simply lingered, unspoken and waiting, because neither of them knew how to start.
They walked until they came across a small bench, barely visible. It was between two flowering hedges. It looked old, weathered by years of rain and the weird-colored sun, the kind of wood that groaned when it remembered how to hold weight.
When they sat down, it surprisingly held. It was small, able to hold around two people.
In front of them, was a pond. It wasn’t to ...
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