Placeholder: The sheets lay in disarray, twisted and rumpled from a night of restless slumber, a testament to the tumultuous dreams that had haunted the main character's sleep. Loose articles of clothing were strewn haphazardly across the bed, a chaotic tapestry of fabric and memories that spoke of a hurried undressing the night before. The sheets lay in disarray, twisted and rumpled from a night of restless slumber, a testament to the tumultuous dreams that had haunted the main character's sleep. Loose articles of clothing were strewn haphazardly across the bed, a chaotic tapestry of fabric and memories that spoke of a hurried undressing the night before.

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The sheets lay in disarray, twisted and rumpled from a night of restless slumber, a testament to the tumultuous dreams that had haunted the main character's sleep. Loose articles of clothing were strewn haphazardly across the bed, a chaotic tapestry of fabric and memories that spoke of a hurried undressing the night before.

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