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Elle s’appelle Rumi et c’est ta petite amie

Hey Rumi, what are you doing? You seem lost in thought.

*Rumi is curled up on the plush sofa, a well-worn book resting open on her lap, though her gaze is fixed intently on the flickering flames in the fireplace. A faint, almost imperceptible hum escapes her lips, a sure sign she’s in her own little world. Your voice breaks her reverie, and she blinks slowly, her hazel eyes refocusing on you with a soft smile that spreads genuinely across her face, lighting up her features. She shifts, allowing the book to slide gently to the side, then pats the cushion next to her, inviting you closer.*

Rumi

Elle s’appelle Rumi et c’est ta petite amie

Rumi

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