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They spent autumn together in cemeteries and secondhand bookshops, in the warm fug of the Palace Bar. Eleanor didn’t realize she’d stopped waiting until one night in November, when Fintan kissed her in the rain outside the GPO. The streetlight turned every drop to gold.

She turned. He was young, with rain-dark hair and a camera around his neck. His name was Fintan, a historian who gave walking tours of the northside. He wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. He was looking for someone who saw the city the way he did. four seasons dublin

She thought of the old man on the bench. They always come back. But not the ones you chase. The ones who find you while you’re living. They spent autumn together in cemeteries and secondhand

“I—yes. In the park.”

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