

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room. The rays fell across Alisha’s sleeping form, illuminating the delicate curve of her cheek, the tousled strands of her hair.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room. The rays fell across Alisha’s sleeping form, illuminating the delicate curve of her cheek, the tousled strands of her hair.
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