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⊰ 4 ⊱ Chocolate and Confessions
The warm glow of the twinkle lights casts a soft ambiance over my study—the room Marcel had set up just for me 8 months ago. It’s a cozy haven where I can lose myself in my studies and find a moment’s peace. The beige couch and chaise are welcoming, the pastel yellow rug at the center of the room adding a touch of warmth beneath the wooden coffee table. My favorite books line the shelves on the wall, tying the room together perfectly.
I’ve been here for hours, pouring over textbooks and assignments, trying to distract myself from the lingering tension of yesterday’s confrontation with Marcel. But even as I sit at the small desk, the warm light of the study lamp illuminating the keyboard of my laptop, I can’t seem to focus.
Maybe I should just call it a day.
With a sigh, I close my laptop, the weight of mental exhaustion settling over me. I push back from the desk, my swivel chair squeaking softly as I stand and stretch my tired muscles. The gentle mu
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