They talked there beneath the yellow lamp: about books that changed them, about streets that smelled like memories, about small rituals that mattered more than they should. It was easy, as if the pauses between sentences had been practiced. Anna felt the steady, small lift of something promising—a way the conversation stretched forward without forcing.
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