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Richard
They reached a back room. And there, sitting in an old, worn-out chair, was Richard. His face was marked with age and his body frail, but the smile that lit up his face was the same one that had captured Emma’s heart sixty years ago. “Hi, honey,” he said, his voice soft and shaky but full of warmth. For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
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