As the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, I stirred awake, feeling a sense of purpose coursing through me. Today was going to be different. Today, I was going to surprise Mom.
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Chapter Eight
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As the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, I stirred awake, feeling a sense of purpose coursing through me. Today was going to be different. Today, I was going to surprise Mom.
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