They were never meant to survive the cameras. Every consultant said so. Every headline tried to script them into something shinier, louder, more profitable. But under the glare, they began to refuse. Not with speeches—never with speeches—but with tiny acts of rebellion: burnt coffee instead of branded lattes, a skittish dog instead of a slogan, a porch instead of a perfectly staged proposal. They chose moths and moonli… Continues…
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