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A Walk In the Park
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2026-01-30 13:01:35Elona's POV
After the restaurant, Tristan and I walked to the park, and we kept a bit of a distance so that it wouldn't seem suspicious, especially if we bumped into anyone that we knew. It was a slow walk, and I was a ball of happiness because Tristan and I were trying our hand at dating, which I cannot believe that it came true.
We walked towards the lake, and then we just went over to a nearby bench and took a seat. "Perhaps I shou
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