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In the quiet of the evening, an old tape glimmered in her hand. A soft breeze passed through the tulips, and a white butterfly crossed the window—bringing back the days when music still tasted like a smile.
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In the quiet of the evening, an old tape glimmered in her hand. A soft breeze passed through the tulips, and a white butterfly crossed the window—bringing back the days when music still tasted like a smile.