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I saw it during the bus commute, a fleeting glimpse as a fellow passenger adjusted their coat. My ‘Orchid Bloom’ was a perfect match. I felt every sense amplify, hyper-aware. My breathing quickened. It wasn't just a copy; it was an exact replica.

My hands clenched into fists. I had to restrain myself from jumping up and yelling. I focused on staying calm, but my blood ran cold. The bus rattled and swayed. I had to know who they were, and why they had done this.

When they got off, I followed them. The person disappeared into a crowded street, leaving me behind. I searched the crowd, my gut twisted in knots. I had to find them.