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It was one of those drizzly seasonal times where the world felt quieter, as if the raindrops muted the usual buzz of the city. I had ducked into a quaint little bookstore to escape the drizzle, attracted by the scent of old paper and the promise of getting lost in the aisles for a while. As a Taurus, I cherish moments like these—simple, grounded, and peaceful. Little did I know, someone who shared my deep appreciation for comfort was about to cross my path. By the area marked “Local Authors,” she stood, her delicate fingers tracing the sp
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