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In the heart of a bustling streets of Taiwan, where streetlights whispered secrets and crosswalks held their breath, Grandpa Chen and little Mei walked hand in hand. Mei’s yellow backpack bounced with the rhythm of her laughter, and Grandpa’s eyes crinkled like well-worn maps.

The blue cooler on wheels carried their treasures—a picnic for two, carefully packed by Grandma. Mei pointed at the “TOW-AWAY ZONE” sign, her curiosity as bright as the neon glow. “Why do they tow cars, Grandpa?”

He chuckled. “To give them a little adventure, my dear.”

And so, they strolled—their shadows stretching, their footsteps weaving stories. The city hummed around them, but in that ordinary moment, love soaked the pavement, leaving invisible footprints for the stars to envy.

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