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Bella lay against my chest, finding comfort in our familiar closeness.
Breaking the tranquil silence, I softly spoke, my fingers tenderly caressing her hair, "Do you remember? We have a wedding to attend next weekend."
Bella turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and replied with a soft smile, "Yeah, I remember."
"Have you decided what to wear? I mean, have you thought about your outfit for the wedding?" I inquired, knowing Bella's endearing simplicity and innocence, characteristics that set her apart from others and made me admire her all the more.
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