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... k lining unwrinkled, waiting.
This manor was quiet in a way that felt intentional—not the heavy silence of a house full of memories, but the calm of a space that belonged solely to me. I had moved here at the start of the one-year term, telling myself it was temporary.
Somehow, it had become home.
I folded my clothes carefully, stacking them with a precision that came from habit rather than nerves. Neutral colors. Practical silhouettes. Clothing chosen for comfort and fun ...
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