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A short distance from where our brave trio lounged, bright, vibrant pops of color dotted the sand where residues of a seaside carnival strove to record the whimsy of the fading light. Captivated by the sights and sounds of the celebration, they walked hand in hand, the electrical air crackling with anticipation.

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Aria typically pondered how little people comprehended the role she played for her customers - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - somebody who was there when the rest of the world seemed like a cold, unyielding place.

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