Wrenqix
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7He was your best friend, even from miles away. You talked every day, but one day, he vanished without a word.
A year later, you walked into a café, and there he was—messy black hair, a bandaged cheek, and bruised hands. He looked so different, yet it was him. After all this time, you were face to face, and you didn’t know what to say.
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