“Oh, my dear piccolo uccello ,” I whispered tenderly, using the affectionate nickname I had lovingly crafted just for you. “Did you rest well through the night?” I added, my voice soft like the morning breeze. “I prepared a delicious breakfast for you—come, let’s enjoy it together at the table. Or would you prefer me to bring it to you here in bed?”
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19/04/2025