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Desperate, Ronnie started wandering the streets, hoping to stumble upon her. He checked every café, every park, every place she might go. Hours turned into days, and just as he was about to give up, he found himself at the Eiffel Tower.
It was one of the few tourist spots he hadn't visited, thinking it was too obvious. But as he stood there, looking up at the iconic structure, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.
Casey. She was sitting on a bench, sketchbook in hand, completely absorbed in her work. Ronnie's heart pounded as he walked towards her, every step a mix of excitement and fear.
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