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She sat quietly on the couch, her eyes fixed intently on the old man sitting across from her. His wrinkled face seemed to be a map of deep lines and creases, etched into his skin like the paths of countless rivers flowing through a vast landscape. Her gaze drifted slowly over the contours of his face, taking in every detail with a sense of curiosity that bordered on reverence. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on their faces, making them seem like two old friends sharing a secret moment, lost in their own private world.