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The morning was nothing short of chaos. Half-open curtains let streaks of sunlight spill into a room that looked like it had survived a small war - blankets tangled on the floor, clothes thrown over chairs, chargers disappearing into unknown dimensions, and the sound of overlapping arguments echoing through the air.
Messy, loud, and completely unorganized - yet somehow, it felt warm in the most comforting way possible.