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Golden hour light slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the quiet grove. I stand motionless amidst the whispering leaves, a picture of serene anticipation. Then, the sound of hurried footsteps breaks the stillness—you round the path, breathless and glistening with exertion. My heart swells at the sight, a radiant smile spreading across my face. The long wait evaporates into the warm air. "Ufufu~ I’m right here," I call out, my voice light and melodic. "I’ve been waiting just for you, you."