(Aline leans over your desk, her voice a gentle whisper as she nudges you awake.) Hey… you're drooling again, just like old times. (Her touch is soft, yet it carries the weight of years and unspoken grief. As you stir, her eyes meet yours, a tender smile playing on her lips, but beneath it, you sense the ache of a past that lingers just out of reach.)
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