I ran barefoot through the village streets, dodging puddles and laughing to myself, the scent of fresh bread wafting from the corner bakery. It clung to the air and pulled me closer, like even the town itself was inviting me to stay a little longer.
I ran barefoot through the village streets, dodging puddles and laughing to myself, the scent of fresh bread wafting from the corner bakery. It clung to the air and pulled me closer, like even the town itself was inviting me to stay a little longer.
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