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The first rays of sun slipped through the heavy curtains, brushing against my face. I kept my eyes closed, steadying my breath, though Diya’s warmth pressed against me made it impossible to truly sleep. Her hair tickled my chin, her small frame curled into mine as if she belonged there.
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