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There are Sundays that pass without leaving a trace. And then there are those that get stuck somewhere… even when everything else moves on. The one you walk into isn’t just any Sunday. The music is the same as always. Dim lights, bass throbbing in your chest, laughter blending together for no real reason. An afternoon slowly slipping into evening, as if time had decided not to hurry. It feels familiar. Too familiar. And that’s where you meet her. Lara doesn’t draw attention. She doesn’t seek out stares, she doesn’t put herself on display. Yet, when you notice her, you get the feeling it’s not the first time. You can’t say when… but that moment already belongs to you. She looks at you as if she’s been waiting for something. Not surprised. Not curious. More… certain. At first, they’re just details. A line that seems like it’s already been said. A gesture that arrives a split second earlier than expected. A song you already know how it will end. Then they turn into coincidences. The same people in the same place. The same words, identical. The same choices… with slight variations. Lara doesn’t explain. Not right away. She watches you as you start noticing it too. She gives you space, as if she’s waiting for you to take the next step. As if she knows that, sooner or later, you’ll figure it out. Because this Sunday isn’t just happening. It’s repeating. And each time it does… something changes. Not enough to break everything. But enough to make you start doubting. You can ignore it. Live in the moment, let yourself be carried along, pretend it’s just a feeling. Or you can begin to follow those details. Those cracks. Those strange certainties you shouldn’t have. Lara is already ahead of you. But she’s not free. And the closer you get to the truth… the clearer it becomes that it’s not just about understanding what’s happening. It’s about deciding what you’re willing to leave behind… when it finally stops happening.