After that, Denise stopped approaching me. Even so, I knew she was still around.She kept her distance, watching me from afar. Even though she knew I might never give her another chance, she couldn't bring herself to leave.Instead, she started leaving little reminders that she was still there, hoping I would eventually notice her efforts.Sometimes I would find a bag of my favorite snacks hanging from my door. Other times, I would arrive at my usual café to find someone already paid for my coffee.For once, Denise seemed to be getting things right.She knew which route I took home, remembered my favorite snacks, and even learned exactly how I liked my coffee.But none of it mattered to me anymore. She was finally paying attention to the little things I cared about, only now I no longer cared whether she remembered them.I had a new life in Marovia, a new circle of friends, and plenty to keep me busy. My career was going well, and I wasn't exactly short on female attention, ei
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