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Chapter 7: New Beginnings
Morning Warmth
The morning sun crept through the curtains, casting golden light across the bedroom. The warmth seeped into the sheets, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Kushina's body.
She stirred slightly, feeling a weight pressed against her.
Naruto.
He was still fast asleep, nestled between her soft, ample breasts. His face rested against her bare skin, his slow, steady breathing sending faint, warm puffs against her collarbone.
Kushina smirked. "You're getting comfortable, huh?"
She ran her fingers through his messy blond hair, studying his face. He looked so peaceful. Vulnerable, even.
She had slept with many men before, but this… this was different.
Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his lips.
Soft. Just enough to wake him.
Naruto's eyelashes fluttered.
His body tensed as awareness kicked in. His eyes snapped open, finding himself buried against her chest.
"…Oh."
Kushina chuckled. "Morning, detective."
Naruto blinked, struggling to find words.
She kissed him again, this time slower, letting her lips linger against his.
"Mmm… I could get used to this," she teased.
Naruto swallowed. "I—I should get up."
Kushina smirked. "Relax. No need to rush."
He sat up, running a hand through his hair.
"Where's the bathroom?" she asked, stretching like a cat.
Naruto pointed toward the door. "Down the hall, second door on the right."
Kushina swung her legs over the bed, standing gracefully. "Perfect."
She walked toward the bathroom, swaying her hips just enough to remind him what kind of woman she was.
At the doorway, she paused.This woman was dangerous.
Hinata sat in the lush expanse of her private garden, a porcelain teacup resting between her slender fingers. The aroma of freshly brewed jasmine tea filled the air, but she barely noticed it. Her deep lavender eyes gazed over the koi pond, her reflection staring back at her. The sunlight painted golden streaks in her dark indigo hair, but inside, she felt nothing but shadows.
She took a slow sip of her tea before letting out a soft sigh.
"Tomorrow's gala," she murmured, placing her cup down. "Perhaps I'll finally find what I've been looking for."
A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, but there was no warmth in it.
She tilted her head, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup as her thoughts drifted.
Men.
They were all the same.
Always eager. Always desperate. Always quick.
Her gaze darkened as she exhaled sharply. "Not one of them lasts more than five minutes." She scoffed. "Pathetic."
She had tried. Oh, how she had tried. From the wealthiest elites to the most rugged bad boys, she had taken her time, explored their limits, tested them. But in the end, it was always the same.
They came. She didn't.
Her fingers tightened around her teacup as she leaned back against the velvet cushions of her garden lounge chair.
She had never reached that peak with a man before.
Not once.
Not with their hands. Not with their lips. Not even with their tongues.
She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling a familiar frustration coil inside her. The only thing that had ever truly satisfied her was the cold, unyielding touch of a toy.
She smirked, her fingers tapping against her thigh. "A machine is more reliable than any man."
Her eyes opened, glinting with something wicked. "But I want something real."
She lifted her teacup again, taking a slow, deliberate sip.
Perhaps… tomorrow night would change everything.
Perhaps at the gala, she would finally find someone worthy.
Her lips curled into a smile as she set the cup down. "We'll see."
Naruto's Office – Lost in the Past
Elsewhere in the city, Naruto sat in his new office at the Konoha Police Department, his elbows resting on the polished wooden desk. The space was neat, minimalist, barely personalized—except for one thing.
A single framed photograph sat before him.
Ino.
Her golden hair. Her bright blue eyes. Her radiant smile.
His fingers hovered over the glass as he traced the edges of her face.
"I miss you." His voice was barely above a whisper.
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling heavily.
She had been in perfect health. No complications. No warnings.
And yet, she was gone.
His jaw clenched as the memory resurfaced—the doctor's somber expression, the sterile scent of the hospital, the cold, clinical words that shattered his world.
"She passed due to oxygen deprivation during childbirth."
Bullshit.
She had been fine.
And then, suddenly, she wasn't.
He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples.
He never truly got an answer that made sense.
A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
He didn't look up as the door opened, but the click of high heels against the floor made him aware of who had just entered.
Tsunade.
Her sharp golden gaze landed on the photo immediately.
"Your wife was beautiful."
Naruto swallowed, his grip tightening slightly on the frame. "She was."
Tsunade crossed her arms, leaning against the edge of his desk. "You told me she died in childbirth."
Naruto nodded, his voice calm but heavy. "Yeah. That's what they told me."
Tsunade studied him for a moment before speaking again. "But you don't believe it."
Naruto finally looked up at her, his blue eyes dark and unreadable. "She was healthy. Strong. There was no reason for her to just… die like that."
Tsunade exhaled slowly. "And what did the doctor say?"
Naruto let out a bitter chuckle. "That it was an unfortunate medical complication. That sometimes, these things just… happen."
Tsunade's expression remained unreadable, but there was something in her gaze—something thoughtful, calculating.
"I see."
Silence stretched between them for a long moment before she changed the subject.
"Listen, about tomorrow night."
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"
Tsunade smirked slightly. "There's a gala for the city's elite. A lot of powerful people will be there. I want you to come with me."
Naruto frowned. "With you?"
She nodded. "Yes. Consider it an order."
He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Why would I want to go to some snobby event full of corrupt businessmen and politicians?"
Tsunade's smirk widened. "Because I said so."
Naruto rolled his eyes. "That's not a real reason."
She turned to leave but glanced over her shoulder with a knowing look. "Trust me, you'll want to be there."
And with that, she walked out, leaving Naruto to stare at Ino's picture once more.
He sighed. "A gala, huh?"
Hinata's Study – The Hunt Begins
Back at her home, Hinata sat in her dimly lit study, a leather-bound book resting on her lap.
The room smelled of old paper and lavender-scented candles.
But her mind wasn't on the ambiance.
She turned the page slowly, her lavender eyes scanning the names and profiles of the influential men attending the event.
CEOs. Politicians. Entrepreneurs.
Some young. Some old. Some married. Some single.
She smirked. "Now… let's see who's worth my time."
She ran a finger down the page, her eyes narrowing as she took mental notes.
Wealth. Power. Status.
None of it mattered if they couldn't satisfy her.
She tapped her lips thoughtfully. "Perhaps I'll start with the most promising candidate."
Her smirk widened as she whispered, "Tomorrow night, I'll have my fun."
Kushina leaned back in her office chair, a slow, satisfied smirk playing on her lips. The soft hum of the city outside her shop's glass window was distant, almost insignificant compared to the thoughts swirling in her mind.
She had done it. She had finally spent the night with him.
She ran a finger over her lips, still able to feel the lingering warmth of his kiss. Her body still tingled from the sensation of having him so close, his breath mixing with hers, his heartbeat so steady against her skin.
"Damn," she muttered to herself, closing her eyes for a moment. "That was… perfect."
The sound of the shop's entrance bell chiming snapped her out of her daze.
"Oi, Kushina!"
A confident, sultry voice echoed through the store as Samui walked in, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She was dressed in her usual tight blouse and short skirt, the definition of effortless allure.
"You look smug as hell," Samui remarked, raising an eyebrow as she sat on the edge of the counter. "What's got you looking like a cat that just drank a bowl of cream?"
Kushina chuckled, tapping her manicured nails against the desk. "I slept with him."
Samui's blue eyes widened slightly before narrowing in curiosity. "Wait. You mean… you finally got Naruto in your bed?"
Kushina nodded, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Mhmm. Last night."
Samui whistled, crossing her arms. "Damn. So? How was he?"
Kushina exhaled dramatically, stretching in her chair. "Incredible. His warmth, his scent… I could feel every inch of his hesitation melting away. It was like having something forbidden, something too good to let go of."
Samui smirked. "So, how was it? Was he as good as they say?"
Kushina's smirk faded slightly. "Oh, I wouldn't know. We didn't do… that."
Samui blinked. "What?"
Kushina chuckled at her friend's dumbfounded expression. "I told you, we just slept together. No sex."
Samui scoffed. "Bullshit. You're telling me you had Naruto in your bed, pressed up against you, and he didn't so much as put his hands on you?"
Kushina nodded, her expression turning amused. "Exactly."
Samui leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter. "Okay, now I have to know. What did you try?"
Kushina smirked, her voice lowering slightly as she leaned in. "I made him sleep on my chest, let him feel my body against his. I even took his hand and placed it on my inner thigh, right over my panties."
Samui's eyes widened in disbelief. "And he still didn't take the bait?"
Kushina shook her head. "Nope. Not even close."
Samui stared at her for a long moment before bursting into laughter. "Holy shit. This guy has the self-control of a damn saint."
Kushina chuckled, crossing her legs. "I know, right? It was… frustrating, but also kind of exciting."
Samui tilted her head. "You're into that, huh? The whole 'hard-to-get' thing?"
Kushina exhaled slowly, a small smirk playing on her lips. "I won't lie… it makes me want him more."
Samui leaned back, shaking her head. "Damn. I have to give him credit. Most men would have thrown themselves at you the second you put their hand anywhere near your panties."
Kushina chuckled. "Oh, I know. But not him. He's… different."
Samui smirked. "So? You giving up?"
Kushina scoffed. "Hell no. If anything, this just makes it more fun."
Samui shook her head with a knowing grin. "You're insane, you know that?"
Kushina laughed. "Maybe. But you have to admit, this is interesting."
Samui rolled her eyes before suddenly remembering something. "Oh, right. Speaking of interesting, have you heard about the gala tomorrow night?"
Kushina raised an eyebrow. "The one at the Imperial Grand Hall?"
Samui nodded. "Yeah. It's a huge event. All the biggest names in the city will be there—CEOs, politicians, crime lords, you name it."
Kushina exhaled slowly, twirling a strand of her red hair between her fingers. "Sounds like trouble."
Samui smirked. "That's what makes it fun. Besides, it's the perfect place to make connections. And maybe… run into a certain detective in a suit."
Kushina's lips curled into a sly smile. "Now that… sounds interesting."
Samui stood, stretching her arms over her head. "Good. Then I'll see you there."
Kushina chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Oh, you can count on it."
The rhythmic hum of a sewing machine filled the boutique as Kushina Uzumaki worked diligently at her desk, her red locks cascading over her shoulder. The boutique was a blend of elegance and modern luxury, racks of custom-designed dresses lining the walls, each one a testament to her craftsmanship.
She adjusted her glasses, examining the intricate embroidery of a sapphire gown, when the chime of the entrance bell echoed through the air.
"Oh? A visitor?" she murmured, placing her tools aside.
The door swung open, and a familiar voice greeted her.
"Well, well, if it isn't Kushina Uzumaki herself."
Kushina looked up and smiled as Sakura Haruno stepped inside, her arms wrapped around a tiny bundle—her infant daughter, Sarada.
"Sakura! It's been a while," Kushina said, setting down her work. "How have you been?"
Sakura sighed, adjusting the baby in her arms. "Busy, exhausted, the usual new-mom struggles."
Kushina chuckled. "I can imagine."
Her gaze dropped to the tiny baby nestled in Sakura's arms, her delicate features soft and peaceful, her tiny hands gripping at the air.
"And this must be little Sarada," Kushina said with a warm smile. "She looks just like you."
Sakura smirked. "Let's hope she doesn't inherit my temper."
As if on cue, Sarada's tiny fingers reached out and grabbed onto Kushina's chest.
Kushina blinked in surprise before laughing softly. "Oh? Someone's curious."
Sakura's face turned slightly pink as she reached to pry Sarada's hand away. "Sarada! Don't be rude!"
But Kushina waved it off. "It's fine. Babies are like that." She gently adjusted Sarada in her arms, allowing the child to rest her cheek against her soft curves.
Sarada cooed happily, her tiny hands squeezing the fabric of Kushina's blouse, and Sakura couldn't help but notice just how naturally Kushina handled her.
She sighed. "Honestly, I think she likes you more than me."
Kushina smirked. "Can you blame her?"
Both women laughed, and for a moment, the air felt light.
A Special Request
Sakura sat down on the plush chair across from Kushina, adjusting her dress as she watched Sarada cuddle against the redhead's warmth.
"Actually, I came because I have a favor to ask."
Kushina tilted her head. "Oh? What is it?"
Sakura smiled. "The gala tomorrow night… I need a dress. Something breathtaking. Something that will turn heads."
Kushina leaned back, crossing her legs as she arched an eyebrow. "You're cutting it close. That's short notice, even for me."
Sakura clasped her hands together. "Please, I know you're the only one who can pull it off."
Kushina sighed dramatically before flashing a smirk. "Alright, alright. What are you thinking?"
"A stunning pink dress. Elegant but bold."
Kushina nodded, already formulating ideas in her mind. She pulled out her phone and made a quick call.
"Mako, I need all hands on deck. We've got a rush order. Yes, pink. Something classy. Be here in two hours."
She ended the call and turned back to Sakura with a satisfied smile. "Done. It'll be ready before the gala."
Sakura sighed in relief. "You're a lifesaver, Kushina."
The Unspoken Pain of the Past
As the excitement faded, an uneasy silence settled between them.
Sakura's gaze drifted toward Kushina, hesitating before finally speaking.
"So… how are things with Naruto?"
Kushina's expression didn't waver. "Better than expected."
Sakura's lips twitched into a half-smile. "Really? He's always been a bit… reserved, but I never imagined he'd be so difficult to seduce."
Kushina chuckled. "Oh, believe me, I tried. He's a tough one, but that only makes it more fun."
Sakura sighed, twirling a strand of pink hair around her finger. "You're lucky, you know. He's a good man."
Her voice softened, and suddenly, her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Kushina frowned slightly. "Sakura?"
Sakura's voice broke. "I just… still can't believe she's gone."
Kushina's heart clenched. "Ino?"
Sakura nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. "She was my best friend. My first real friend. When we were kids, I was bullied because of my forehead, and she… she was the only one who stood up for me. We fought, we competed, but in the end, she was always there for me."
Her grip on her dress tightened as she sniffled. "And now she's just… gone."
Kushina's throat tightened as she reached across the table, gently squeezing Sakura's hand.
"I know," she whispered. "Naruto still keeps her picture on his desk."
Sakura's breath hitched. "He loved her."
Kushina nodded. "He did."
Sakura wiped at her tears. "I know she would have wanted him to be happy. But… it still hurts."
Kushina stood, stepping closer before pulling Sakura into a warm embrace.
Sakura tensed at first but then melted into the hug, her tears spilling freely onto Kushina's shoulder.
"It's okay to miss her," Kushina murmured, rubbing Sakura's back. "She was important to you."
Sakura nodded against her shoulder. "Yeah… she was."
Sarada, still in Kushina's arms, let out a tiny giggle, and the sound seemed to break the sorrow just a little.
Kushina smiled, pulling away to wipe a stray tear from Sakura's cheek. "She wants us to smile, not cry."
Sakura exhaled shakily. "You're right."
Kushina grinned. "And besides, you've got a gala to attend. You can't show up looking like you've been crying all night."
Sakura let out a small laugh. "Yeah, yeah. I get it."
Kushina placed Sarada back into Sakura's arms and smiled. "Your dress will be ready in a few hours. Just come by and pick it up."
Sakura nodded. "Thank you, Kushina. Really."
Kushina winked. "Anything for a friend."
As Sakura stood, cradling Sarada against her, she paused at the door and looked back.
"You're good for him, you know."
Kushina smirked. "Oh, I know."
With that, Sakura walked out, leaving Kushina standing in the middle of her boutique, lost in thought.
She glanced down at her hands—the same hands that had held Naruto the night before.
A slow, confident smile spread across her lips.
"Yeah… things are getting interesting."
The boutique had quieted down for the night, the glow of warm golden light illuminating the luxurious fabric displays. Kushina Uzumaki sat at her desk, twirling a strand of red hair between her fingers, lost in thought.
It had been an eventful day—an unexpected visit from Sakura, memories of the past, and now… a growing anticipation for the grand gala tomorrow.
Just as she was about to close up, the door swung open.
"I hope I'm not too late."
Kushina turned, raising an eyebrow as Sakura Haruno stepped inside, a satisfied smirk on her face.
In her hands, she carried a garment bag—the dress Kushina had meticulously crafted for her.
"Perfect timing," Kushina said, standing up. "So? How does it look?"
Sakura unzipped the bag, revealing the stunning pink gown. It shimmered under the light, its elegant yet bold design a true masterpiece.
She ran her fingers over the fabric, a look of admiration in her emerald eyes. "It's beautiful, Kushina. You really are the best."
Kushina crossed her arms, smirking. "I try."
Sakura took a step closer, her expression shifting slightly. "You know… you're really something. Loyal, hardworking… and honestly? You deserve a man like Naruto."
Kushina's smirk faltered for a brief moment. "Oh? What's this all about?"
The boutique was quiet, the warm lighting casting a soft glow over the luxurious fabrics. Kushina Uzumaki leaned against her desk, arms crossed, watching as Sakura Haruno admired her new gown.
Sakura ran her fingers over the smooth, elegant pink fabric, her emerald eyes sparkling. "It's beautiful, Kushina. You really are a master at this."
Kushina smirked. "I do my best."
Sakura turned to her, hesitating for a moment before a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. "You know… I was thinking about you and Naruto."
Kushina raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What about him?"
Sakura chuckled, crossing her arms. "Well… I remember something Ino used to say about him."
At the mention of Ino, Kushina's expression softened slightly. "Go on."
Sakura leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a deep secret. "She told me something… shocking."
Kushina tilted her head. "Shocking?"
Sakura smirked. "She said that Naruto Namikaze has a… well, let's just say he's extremely well-endowed."
Kushina blinked. "What…?"
Sakura nodded, a playful smirk on her lips. "She swore that he was… around twenty-five centimeters. Huge."
Kushina froze for a moment.
Her red eyes widened, processing what she had just heard. "Wait… you're joking, right?"
Sakura laughed. "Nope. That's what she told me. She always bragged about it."
Kushina opened her mouth, then closed it again, completely stunned. "Twenty-five centimeters?!"
Sakura grinned, clearly enjoying Kushina's reaction. "I know, right? Insane. Almost unnatural."
Kushina shook her head in disbelief. "There's no way…"
Sakura shrugged. "Well… I guess you'll be the one to confirm it."
Kushina's cheeks burned, though she quickly regained her composure, smirking. "You're crazy."
Sakura winked, stepping toward the door. "Maybe. But you'll see for yourself soon enough."
With that, she turned and exited the boutique, leaving Kushina standing there, completely flustered.
For a long moment, she didn't move.
She slowly sat down at her desk, her legs pressing together instinctively.
Her fingers tapped against the wooden surface as her mind raced.
"Twenty-five centimeters… That's… that's ridiculous."
And yet, the idea wouldn't leave her head.
She swallowed, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her.
Her gaze drifted toward the luxurious red gown she had prepared for the gala.
A slow, wicked smirk crept onto her lips.
"Well, Naruto… I guess I'll have to see for myself soon enough."
Konoha Cemetery – A Visit to the Past
Meanwhile, across town, the air was still and heavy with the scent of damp earth. The towering gravestones stood like silent sentinels, watching over the memories of those long gone.
Naruto Namikaze walked slowly between the rows, a bouquet of white lilies in his hand.
Finally, he stopped at a familiar stone.
"Hey, Ino."
He knelt, placing the flowers gently on her grave, his fingers brushing against the cool surface of the engraved letters.
The name Ino Yamanaka-Namikaze stood out against the dark marble.
Naruto let out a slow breath, his blue eyes clouded with emotion.
"It's been a while," he murmured. "I got a new job. I'm a detective now."
He chuckled bitterly. "Not like Detective Conan or anything. A real one. Solved my first big case the other day."
The wind whispered through the trees, ruffling his golden hair as he closed his eyes.
"I wish you were here."
Silence.
Then…
A gust of wind, strong and sudden, rushed through the graveyard.
Naruto's eyes snapped open, and his breath hitched in his throat.
Standing before him, bathed in moonlight, was a familiar figure.
Long, golden locks. Piercing blue eyes. That smirking, playful smile.
"I-Ino…?"
His voice was barely a whisper.
She didn't speak. She just stood there, her gaze locked onto his, radiating warmth and pride.
Naruto swallowed, his hands trembling slightly. He blinked rapidly, rubbing his eyes.
"This… this isn't real."
But when he opened them again—she was still there.
"You're… proud of me, aren't you?" he asked softly.
The wind picked up again, and for the briefest second, he swore he heard her laugh.
A soft, familiar giggle, playful and full of life.
Naruto's chest tightened.
He reached out, but the wind shifted, and just like that… she was gone.
Only the rustling leaves remained.
He exhaled shakily, his heart pounding.
"Tch… ghosts, huh?"
Shaking his head, he stood, brushing the dust from his pants.
As he turned to leave, another gust of wind swept past him.
And this time, he heard it clearly.
A whisper.
"I'm watching you, Naruto."
His blood ran cold.
He looked around—but there was nothing.
Just the silent gravestones.
Letting out a slow breath, he smirked. "Heh… figures."
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he made his way out of the cemetery, the night air wrapping around him like a familiar embrace.
The Night Before the Gala – Anticipation
Back in her boutique, Kushina slipped into her scandalously red gown, examining herself in the mirror.
The fabric hugged every curve, the plunging neckline showcasing just the right amount of confidence.
She turned slightly, smirking at her reflection.
"Perfect."
Tomorrow night would be one to remember.
And she couldn't wait to see the look on Naruto's face
Kushina stepped into the warm shower, letting the hot water cascade over her skin. Steam filled the bathroom as she reached for her razor, a smirk playing on her lips. Holding it against her skin, she whispered to herself, "I'll shave my pussy. I feel like I'm going to have sex tomorrow."
She carefully removed every strand of hair, taking her time to ensure it was smooth and perfect. When she finished, she stepped out of the shower, wiping the fog from the mirror. Spreading her legs slightly, she admired herself. "Still as red and beautiful as ever," she mused. "Ready to welcome visitors." A playful chuckle escaped her lips. "Only Naruto's cock, though."
Slipping into a silky nightgown, she climbed onto her bed, reaching for an old diary filled with her most intimate thoughts. She flipped through the pages, reading past entries, before picking up a pen and adding a new memory. As she finished writing, she exhaled softly. "Time to sleep."
#### **Naruto's Apartment – Memories of Ino**
Meanwhile, in a different part of the city, **Naruto Namikaze** stood in front of his wardrobe, flipping through his suits.
He stopped when his fingers brushed against a particular **elegant black suit**. It was **flawlessly tailored, luxurious in fabric and fit.**
He pulled it out, holding it up against the dim light.
**"Ino…"**
A memory surfaced.
**She had gifted him this suit the day he became a defense attorney.** He remembered how **her blue eyes sparkled with pride** as she adjusted his tie, smoothing her hands over his shoulders.
_"This suit makes you look like a man who can take on the world,"_ she had said. _"And that's exactly who you are, Naruto."_
He swallowed hard, **his grip tightening on the fabric.**
**He had never worn it.**
Not once.
Not even on their wedding day.
Not even after she was gone.
He exhaled deeply. **"I'll wear it tomorrow. For you."**
Determined, he carefully placed the suit on a hanger before turning toward the door.
His feet instinctively carried him to **her room.**
Even though she had shared a bed with him, **Ino had always insisted on keeping a separate space—a sanctuary just for herself.**
He pushed the door open, flicking on the light.
Everything was **exactly as she left it.**
Her desk, untouched.
Her bed, still neatly made.
The **faint scent of her perfume still lingered** in the air.
Naruto stepped forward, his fingers grazing the pillows. His heart clenched as he caught sight of **her hairbrush, strands of golden hair still caught in the bristles.**
He picked it up, brushing his thumb across it.
**"You're still here, aren't you?"** he whispered.
For a brief moment, he could almost hear **her laughter—soft, teasing.**
A bitter smile crossed his lips. **"I miss you, Ino."**
Slowly, he sat on her bed, lying down against the pillows.
**The scent of her surrounded him.**
His body relaxed. His eyelids grew heavy.
Without realizing it, he drifted into sleep, wrapped in memories of the woman he once loved.
#### **
In another part of the city, Kushina was lost in a dream. A mysterious detective filled her thoughts—a man with sharp eyes and a confident smirk. He reached for her, whispering something indecipherable, but the emotion behind it was clear.
"I love you," she murmured in her sleep, a faint smile gracing her lips as she drifted deeper into her dream world.
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