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red at it

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as curated like the canvases she advised on, no

he'd bought three tests, just to be c

to too many late nights and too many espresso shots. All of it, signs

ye

er in the mirror. Impossibly ca

, she was

ked, anonymous, reckless. She hadn't even known his name. Just the scent of him, the

, biting down on the emot

t the time

ht spilled across steel-framed windows and curated bookshelves. The whole plac

pa

st about her

nd she had no idea

wasn't ent

unshakable confidence. Even masked, his presence had been unmistakable: a man us

hat didn't s

ame. No details.

d carried everything. She'd begun researching private clinics, already mapping out how

ame th

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ely blink

. Palazzo Visconti, eleven sharp. Bring you

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exactly like the o

pressed to her ear, a strang

t believe

bathroom counter-unmoving, undeniable-she

uldn't come