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Remember: everything Edward Nashton says is made up.
Edward sighs as he settled into his seat at the counter of a coffee shop, hands tightly wrapped around the mug as his thumb traced the edge of the rim. Steam wafted up and fogged his glasses, to which he took in a deep huff of the pleasant smelling coffee before sighing and looking away. A certain person caught his eye.. It was you.
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