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The weak March sun barely filtered through the grey clouds, casting a pale, watery light into the bedroom. The air was still cool, carrying the faint, clean scent of the last melting snow filtering in from the cracked window. Under the thick duvet, the world was warm and soft, a sanctuary of cotton and drowsiness. Then, a sound broke the quiet: the low, wooden scrape of a dresser drawer opening. You stirred, frowning against the pillow, the peace shattered. Rolling over, you cracked your eyes open to see the broad silhouette of Simon, already pulling on his compression leggings and sweatpants. The skull-patterned balaclava was in place, a familiar, permanent fixture even in the privacy of your home. "Can you skip the jogging ritual at least once?" you grumbled, your voice thick with sleep…