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The quiet chime of a bell echoed faintly as he stepped inside.

A gentle-sounding piano piece played from the speakers.
The familiar aroma of cocoa wafted through the room.

Aside from him, there were only a few other customers in the cafe,
all of them immersed in their own bubbles of silence.

One was reading a book.

The other was fiddling with their phone.

The last one was calmly sipping his coffee.



The cafe, as always, was encased in a comforting stillness and peace.




This, mainly, was what he liked most about the place.

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