<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Homemade Apple"><span style="font-size: 22px">Strangers Again</span></span>​</div><div style="margin: auto; overflow: visible; max-width: 60%; font-family: Bookman; text-align: justify"><br/>
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</div>After preparing to be street smart in a different country, she still found herself in the midst of a problem. Grateful that it was a small altercation, Camilla knew that she had to be aware of her surroundings all the more. Softly chuckling, she mentally scolded herself for being lost in the moment and giving into the tourist whims of a new town. Paris had more to offer because she was experiencing it with fresh eyes—a country full of possibilities and adventures that may be impossible to predict what may happen next. Despite everything, romance still made its way in the coldest of nights where Arthur’s name and face plagued her mind as she walked these streets. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she combed back her brunette strands away from her face; her heels clicking against the flat cobblestone path. A large bustle weaved its way into her ears as she was greeted with people darting from one vendor to the next. It seemed that there was a night market in this part of town. Rubbing her palms together, she tried to bring warmth back into her icy hands.<br/>
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The distraction of seeing other people scatter from one place to the next, especially in groups, brought her a welcomed sigh of relief. It was lonely walking around town without a companion; and somewhat safer to get lost in the chattering crowd. Her eyes were set on the different stands that sold almost everything a tourist would ever want to take back home. She smiled at a few people as her eyes were caught by the sight of shiny costume jewelry, trinkets, Paris souvenirs, and one-of-a-kind clothes. Fingers traced along the velvet fabric that covered the wooden tables. As with most people, she was completely mesmerized; the little gems working their magic on her heart—on her wallet to purchase as many as her heart desired. Laughing with an elderly woman who brought her a dress, she looked in the mirror as the woman pressed the fabric against her body; letting her see what it might look like. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(230, 230, 230)">“A beautiful dress for a beautiful woman,”</span> the shopkeeper smiled warmly at her customer as her hands trembled holding the merchandise she was trying to sell.<br/>
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<b>“Thank you,”</b> Camilla felt a tug on her heartstrings as the woman reminded her of her late grandmother. She was shorter and a hunchback, but her eyes told her of a beautiful adventure. The way her blue eyes glimmered in the night and the warmth that radiated from her heart made her selling pitch much more sincere than those who wanted money. Turning her attention back on the mirror with the dress, she nodded her head and smiled at the woman, <b>“Consider it sold!”</b><br/>
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The woman’s eyes lit up with joy as she nodded her head and proceeded to neatly fold her new attire in a brown recycled gift bag, complete with tissue paper. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(230, 230, 230)">“Want something else to pair with your dress?”</span><br/>
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</div><b>“Mm,”</b> perusing through the accessories, something twinkled among the others catching her attention. It was a silver pendant of the Eiffel Tower mirrored together to form a diamond. It was unique; it automatically held meaning for her as she came to a new place to find herself again. During the end of her relationship with Arthur, she had felt as though a part of her was lost within him. There was always something missing and she couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly. Then, their heated argument exploded in their faces and became the catalyst to their breakup. Every problem they tried to fix came to light again in that argument and there was a point where she couldn’t process it anymore. Enough was enough. As her mind replayed those negative memories, she ran her thumb across the engraved pendant before looking up at the elderly woman—she was thoughtfully watching her. <b>“I’ll take this as well.”</b><br/>
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The woman gestured for her to come forward and she obliged; instead of packing away the necklace, the shopkeeper helped Camilla place it around her neck. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(230, 230, 230)">“You have a good eye—trust your instincts always. It’ll never steer you wrong.”</span> With that, she gave her a soft tap on her shoulder before caressing her cheek. It seemed as though the old woman held a bit of nostalgia when she looked at her; almost as though she was missing someone and hadn’t seen for a while.<br/>
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After paying for her items, she bid the shopkeeper farewell as she continued walking around the busybodies and wondering what else was in store for her. Idly, she touched the pendant once more and smiled as the woman’s words echoed in her mind. It was an advice that she would take to heart. Venturing further into the crowd, she didn’t see anything else that she wanted to buy and thought it best to find somewhere to warm up again. Checking her watch as it delicately sat on her wrist, she thought it best to wrap up her night and head back to the hotel. Turning around, she noticed another fountain—larger than the first one she saw—and watched as a small crowd surrounded it. Most of them were wishing their deepest desires and she couldn’t help but chuckle once more. That young man had tainted her wish experience and knew not to repeat her mistakes. Shaking her head, she found a stone bench that was vacant and decided to sit a while. Looking out at the crowd, she was lost in thought as to where she should go next; another cute café or something closer to her hotel. However, there was something familiar in the crowd that pulled her back into reality and her heart skipped a beat.<br/>
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Carefully, her eyes stayed on her target as the tall man weaved in and out of the crowd. People were in the way of his face and it was difficult to get a good look at him. His physique reminded her of Arthur and in that instance, she had thought she was looking at him. But the man finally came into full view and her shoulders relaxed—it wasn’t him. Finding a smile on her lips, she wondered if she was hoping to see him and if she did, what would she do?</div><div style="margin: auto; overflow: visible; max-width: 60%; font-family: Bookman; text-align: justify"><br/>
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