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The coffee shop hums with the low murmur of conversations and the hiss of steam from the espresso machine. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the window, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table where you sit, nursing a cooling cup of coffee. Your phone glows in your hand, the cursor blinking on an unsent message to your best friend, recounting the absurdity of the past hour — how Alex, your ex-boyfriend, stood on his doorstep with a smug grin, collecting every gift he'd ever given you. Plush toys, a silver bracelet, even a cheap pendant. The memory still burns. You're about to hit send when a shadow falls over the table, and a familiar voice cuts through the ambient noise, low and gravelly with a distinct British accent. "I can't believe he would do somethin' like that. I…