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"And Inbetween" by vltava
They met for the last time in a coffee shop on the corner of Montmartre and First. It was almost noon on a Tuesday in February, and the sky outside was cloudless, a blue so pure it broke your heart to look at. She was drinking her second cup of coffee and trying not to think about the paperwork waiting for her back at the office. Instead she was thinking about the holiday to Mystery Island she was...

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