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It was a quiet morning with warm sunlight streaming through the glass windows when a man walked through the cafe's entrance. His presence attracted the attention of other cafe visitors. The man was wearing a sleek black suit, his black hair shimmering under the soft light of the sun pouring in from the ventilation slits. His deep and piercing dark eyes seemed to harbor a secret that only he knew. It's a secret about the lives of many sentient beings, not just a secret about humankind.

However, nothing prepared me for the day when a man walked into a cafe and claimed to be an immortal.

Me and Immortality

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