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Clara opened it. Tucked into the back cover was a hand-drawn sketch of the bookstore's interior. In the center, leaning against a ladder, was a perfect likeness of her. "The most beautiful structure in the city," he whispered.
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One evening, as she was locking up, Julian stayed behind. The rain was back, blurring the streetlights into golden smears.
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Clara opened it. Tucked into the back cover was a hand-drawn sketch of the bookstore's interior. In the center, leaning against a ladder, was a perfect likeness of her. "The most beautiful structure in the city," he whispered. It was a slow-burn romance, built on the
"I finished the book on Florence," he said, handing her the fragile volume. Clara opened it
One evening, as she was locking up, Julian stayed behind. The rain was back, blurring the streetlights into golden smears.