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Chapter 38

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Chapter 38.

My language lessons had become something I genuinely looked forward to each day. They were casual and relaxed—no rigid textbooks or classroom pressure. My teacher, a cheerful woman in her thirties from abroad, had a warm presence and a patient teaching style.

We usually met in a quiet café or a charming little bakery, chatting leisurely in English over coffee and pastries. Sometimes, she’d take me to watch a movie in English or stroll through boutiques for a bit of window shopping. I covered all the expenses, of course, but I didn’t mind. The settings were so easygoing that I’d stopped feeling self-conscious about speaking in English. To my surprise, my fluency was improving quickly.

Compared to the soul-sucking grind of a full-time job, this new routine felt like a breeze. My weekdays were full but fulfilling. After lunch, I’d head off to my baking classes. Those were a few hours of flour-dusted bliss, and even the occasional burnt batch couldn’t dampen my mood. But on r
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