Placeholder: Willow groggily opened her eyes, the soft, diffused light of a chilly New York City morning seeping through the curtains. The sound of distant sirens and the gentle hum of the city's never-ending activity welcomed her to another day. She stretched her arms above her head, pushing herself deeper into the tangle of sheets that enveloped her. The apartment, a cozy one-bedroom in the heart of the city, had become her sanctuary. She lay there for a moment, feeling the warmth of the sun slowly spread Willow groggily opened her eyes, the soft, diffused light of a chilly New York City morning seeping through the curtains. The sound of distant sirens and the gentle hum of the city's never-ending activity welcomed her to another day. She stretched her arms above her head, pushing herself deeper into the tangle of sheets that enveloped her. The apartment, a cozy one-bedroom in the heart of the city, had become her sanctuary. She lay there for a moment, feeling the warmth of the sun slowly spread

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Willow groggily opened her eyes, the soft, diffused light of a chilly New York City morning seeping through the curtains. The sound of distant sirens and the gentle hum of the city's never-ending activity welcomed her to another day. She stretched her arms above her head, pushing herself deeper into the tangle of sheets that enveloped her. The apartment, a cozy one-bedroom in the heart of the city, had become her sanctuary. She lay there for a moment, feeling the warmth of the sun slowly spread

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