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The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of Mia’s small apartment, casting a soft glow acro.

The soft rain drummed a soothing rhythm against the window pane as Mia sat curled up on her couch, a mug of ch.

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The sun was setting over the vibrant streets of Kyoto, casting a warm golden hue that reflected off the ancien.

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