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Transformed, You Said?
Sarah looks at her phone for the hundredth time. No news from Nicole, who was supposed to meet her ten minutes ago. The smell of fresh coffee and pastries awakens her stomach, triggering a rumble. I could probably eat something while waiting, she thinks and steps into the cafe. The wooden floors, the velvet curtains, and the slow jazz create a cozy ambiance. While she patiently waits in line, debating over having a croissant or a cinnamon roll, a man sketching at one of the t