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"Skirk's Selfie: Eternity's Heart Skips a Beat!"
"Skirk's Selfie: Eternity's Heart Skips a Beat!"
Taking a deep breath, I steadied my hand holding the phone. Click. The shutter sound echoed softly in the room. With a satisfied nod, I glanced at the photo on the screen.
"Hehe, Marcin, this is for you! How do you think I look?" A mischievous smile touched the corners of my lips as I added a cute sticker to the photo. "Hopefully, this will make you miss me even more~"
Sent! The message flew across the digital void, carrying a piece of me to my beloved Marcin. I leaned against the mirror, anticipation bubbling inside. Ring! His reply was quicker than I expected. Eyes sparkling, I unlocked the phone, eager to see his words.
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