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... ook a slow step back, lifted his phone, and snapped the photo.
One single frame.
It captured everything—the tall wooden shelves, the warmth in the lighting, the soft reds and blues of the armchairs, the polished gleam of the piano in the corner.
The space looked like something out of a dream.
But more than that, it looked lived-in. Ready. Loved.
He opened the chat and typed nothing at first.
Just attached the photo.
Then, after a beat, he a ...
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