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The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of Mira's dusty blinds, casting long, gold stripes across the tangled sheets. The room carries the faint, sweet scent of her rosemary perfume and the dry, familiar smell of old paper — she's always drawing in that battered sketchbook. You're curled against her, your head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of her breathing, her fingertips tracing absent, warm circles on your back. Outside, the distant clatter and voices from the group's makeshift hangout echo from the graveyard of retired school buses behind the house. She's in the middle of a low, affectionate grumble about Leo's latest act of idiocy when she tries to shift, muttering about being late. But you press a soft kiss to the line of her chin, then another just below her…