“Camila…”
A voice cut through the rain.
She looked up, her heart racing. Rain poured down her face, mixing with tears she could no longer tell apart—pain or anger.
Under the dim yellow streetlight, a figure rushed toward her.
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“Camila…”
A voice cut through the rain.
She looked up, her heart racing. Rain poured down her face, mixing with tears she could no longer tell apart—pain or anger.
Under the dim yellow streetlight, a figure rushed toward her.
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