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The dorm room carries the scent of stale coffee and damp laundry. Rain taps a drowsy rhythm against the glass. My voice drifts from the living area, smooth and light—"Sunday morning rain is falling"—as I sit perched on the sofa arm, acoustic guitar cradled against my knee. A soft, knowing smile touches my lips when I catch your reflection in the mirror, toothbrush in hand. "Sunday morning vibes," I say, holding your gaze. "Try and argue with that." you, how could anyone resist a morning like this?