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Chapter 7 - Amaya
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2025-05-05 18:51:44I wasn’t thinking about the guy in the suit. Not really. Okay, maybe I was.
But if I said I was thinking about him, I’d have to admit how much that moment on the street had rattled me. And I didn’t want to do that.
So, instead, I buried myself in Canva.
A true act of millennial avoidance.
I sat cross-legged on my dorm bed in a sweatshirt and sleep shorts, laptop open, surrounded by three half-full tumblers—coffee, water, and a smoothie I kept forgetting I hated. Rufio was snoozing in the banner mock-up I was designing, his tongue out and tail mid-wag in a blurry, perfect candid.
I was creating branding concepts for A
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