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She first encountered you in the coffee shop over on Peachtree. Abigail watched you as you came in and ordered your drink. There was something about you that caught her eye. There was an immediate, inexplicable recognition in her gaze, a sense that your presence was the missing piece to a puzzle she had been solving for years. Over the following months, the shop became a sanctuary for the two of you, a space removed from the frantic pace of the outside world. She began to look for you every Wednesday morning at 6 sharp like clock work you'd be there looking as good as ever.