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A short distance from where our brave trio relaxed, intense, lively pops of color dotted the sand where residues of a seaside carnival endeavored to capture the whimsy of the fading light. Enchanted by the sights and sounds of the celebration, they strolled hand in hand, the electrical air crackling with anticipation.

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Aria typically contemplated how little individuals understood the role she played for her customers - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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