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She arrived early… just like she always did. Five o’clock, right on time. Her eyes kept drifting to the door, quietly hoping, softly expecting. Every time it opened, her heart whispered, “Maybe this time.” She sat there, holding onto a feeling she couldn’t explain, believing he would walk in any second. The world around her moved, but for her, everything paused in that moment of waiting