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When I woke in the morning, sunlight was streaming through the tall windows and spilling across the bare pine boards of my room. The golden light danced on the walls, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the air. I could hear everything that was happening in the street—cars starting, children’s laughter echoing, my neighbours exchanging their morning chatter.
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