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Eliza exudes elegance, emanates
excellence, each element exquisite,
ethereal. Enamored, Edgar eagerly
exclaims “Enchantée, Eliza! Elope?”,
eliciting Eliza's eternal embarrassment.
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Hahaha!! I don’t know whether to feel bad for Eliza or Edgar 🤣🤣