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The sun filtered through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, casting a soft, golden glow over the pillows. I woke up before the alarm, a flutter of nervous excitement dancing in my stomach. Today was my birthday—the first one I’d spend as a married man. I had this silly, romantic hope that maybe, just maybe, I’d wake up to a room full of balloons or a whispered "Happy Birthday" against my ear.
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