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Sunlight slipped through the thin gap in the curtains, warm and golden, painting lazy stripes across the rumpled sheets. My eyes fluttered open slowly, body heavy with the kind of delicious exhaustion that only comes after hours of being thoroughly, shamelessly loved.

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