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DANTE
I walked into the dimly lit bar where I had agreed to meet Rhys. Rhys , yes. The man who had taken my girl friend’s attention that night. Yup, my his best friend since childhood.
The bar was a cozy, familiar place where we had shared countless memories over the years. As I entered, I spotted Rhys at our usual table near the back, already nursing a beer and scanning the room.
Rhys looked up and grinned when he saw me approaching.
"There he is! The man of the hour,"
he called out, his voice full of jovial warmth.
I chuckled, sliding into the seat opposite Rhys.
"Hey, Rhys. Good to see you, man."
Rhys raised his glass in a mock toast.
"Likewise. And I hear congratulations are in order. Eleanor, huh? She’s quite the catch."
My smile widened at the mention of Elea
