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... e garden.
Koa Jackson sat on the bench, eyes slightly squinted, feeling the warm spring sunshine.
The wind, gentle and soft, brushed past his temples, like a girl’s hand, tender with warmth; with his eyes half-closed, even a brief idle sit felt like an enjoyment, quiet and marvelous.
So lost in thought, he didn’t even notice when someone sat next to him.
Lia Chester held a stack of folders, bit her lip as she looked at him, and after a while, said stiffly, "Koa Ja ...
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