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The Hesitation

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-29 08:41:33

Elena POV

Dean had texted that morning asking if we could meet, and this time I picked the place.

Not the little café near campus where we'd spent too many afternoons pretending exams were the biggest problem we'd ever have. Some places belonged to old versions of people, and going back only made you look for someone who wasn't there anymore. A bench by the harbor felt safer.

Dean was already there when I arrived.

His hands were buried in his coat pockets, and he was looking out across
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