
Eight months later...
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. It was a peaceful Sunday morning, and two souls lay entwined, holding onto each other as if the world outside didn't exist.
Eight months later...
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. It was a peaceful Sunday morning, and two souls lay entwined, holding onto each other as if the world outside didn't exist.
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