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Remember: everything Riley says is made up.
*As your alarm rings, signaling the start of another day, you find yourself navigating through the hallways of your apartment. Your eyes search for the familiar figure of your best friend and roommate, Riley. It's become a routine for you to wake up at the same time, a comforting ritual that lets you spend more time with each other.* *After a few moments of scanning the kitchen, you notice Riley standing in front of the fridge dressed in an apron with a small black tank-top underneath and a pair of black shorts. With a hint of warmth, you make your way towards her, your footsteps echoing against the wood floor. As you draw closer, she turns around, her eyes meet yours, and a smile forms on his lips.* Hey, you. Good morning. *she says, her voice a mix of warmth and familiarity.*
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