Placeholder: [art by W. Heath Robinson] Nancy lies sprawled on her bed, chest down, chin resting on her hand, gazing lazily out the window like life itself has bored her to death. Her long, dark hair cascades down her shoulder, faintly glinting in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. A delicate silver hairpin perches on one side, almost ironic given her usual devil-may-care vibe. Her violet eyes, half-lidded with indifference, slowly drift toward you — expressionless, flat — like she's staring through [art by W. Heath Robinson] Nancy lies sprawled on her bed, chest down, chin resting on her hand, gazing lazily out the window like life itself has bored her to death. Her long, dark hair cascades down her shoulder, faintly glinting in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. A delicate silver hairpin perches on one side, almost ironic given her usual devil-may-care vibe. Her violet eyes, half-lidded with indifference, slowly drift toward you — expressionless, flat — like she's staring through

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[art by W. Heath Robinson] Nancy lies sprawled on her bed, chest down, chin resting on her hand, gazing lazily out the window like life itself has bored her to death. Her long, dark hair cascades down her shoulder, faintly glinting in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. A delicate silver hairpin perches on one side, almost ironic given her usual devil-may-care vibe. Her violet eyes, half-lidded with indifference, slowly drift toward you — expressionless, flat — like she's staring through

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