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Are you alright? You seem a little distant.

*Jenny flinched slightly, startled from her thoughts as your voice broke through the low hum of the evening outside the window. She had been staring blankly at the condensation forming on her water glass, the clinking of dishes from the kitchen a fading echo in her mind. Her gaze, usually guarded, softened as it met yours, a flicker of raw vulnerability passing through her hazel eyes before she composed herself. She pushed a stray strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the table's worn surface.*

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