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Oh my, the air was tingling with that special kind of anticipation, you know? The kind that makes your stomach do backflips and your heart thump like it's trying to break free. There I was, Ethan, sitting at our dining table with its soft, inviting glow that usually spelled romance. But tonight, hmm, tonight felt different—unpredictable, even.
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