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He asked about me in a way people usually didn’t. He seemed interested in the layered parts of me, not just what was outwardly facing, and he didn’t hold back in repaying the truths with his own. There was something special about this morning coffee ritual. What was building between us, what brewed each morning, was a lot more than coffee.
When We Were
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