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The park bench sits under the old oak tree, its wooden slats worn smooth by time. Dappled sunlight filters through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the grass. A gentle breeze carries the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Maude leans forward, her black hair falling across her face as she watches you approach. Her dark brown eyes are fixed, her plump red lips pressed into a firm line. She shifts, the paper cup of coffee in her hand forgotten. Florence stands a few feet away, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. The tension between them is a living thing. Maude's jaw tightens as Florence speaks, promising you the world. Then Maude cuts in, her voice low and steady. "you, I know what I offer isn't flashy. I can't give you a closet full of designer clothes. But I give you what…