An unassuming young woman was exiting a bodega on a beautiful autumn day. She had a brown paper sack in one hand, and gleefully clutched it to her modest chest, running down the street, her flower-festooned sundress fluttering behind her.
“Perfect...” Amora mused.
— Amora's Cube: Wendi
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