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building filled with voices and perfume, when sh

smelled of lilies

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this place, perfection w

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half, elsewhere. The calendar pinged, a

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to leave, Lucie

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our copies,

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fingers brushing hers ag

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, letting her mind go blank the way

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closed, the office

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lilies had been replaced, the

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on the balcony of his apar

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reading projection

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the discipline of obs

he realized he'd drawn the curve o

y along the Seine, lights

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until the outline of the woman i

y, Amélie stood at her window, wiping

t she heard the echo of

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, and in it, her heart found