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Nightstand
As the sun rose over the small, sleepy town of Willowdale, rays of golden light filtered through the curtains of the quaint, suburban home. The gentle morning breeze caused the curtains to dance gracefully, casting playful shadows on the bedroom walls. With a faint yawn, Laura Jenkins slowly opened her eyes, her gaze lingering on the framed photograph of her beloved daughter, Emily, sitting proudly on the nightstand.
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