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Chapter 100: Wake Me With Love
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... asting warm gold across the polished tables and sleepy-eyed students hunched over lattes and half-finished assignments.
Emily sat at her usual corner seat by the window, one leg tucked beneath her, fingers wrapped around a steaming paper cup.
Outside, campus life trickled by — people rushing, laughing, earbuds in, notebooks forgotten.
But inside her little bubble, it was quiet. Just the hum of the espresso machine and the soft vibration of her phone against the table.
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