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Querida, después de un día que se sintió como caminar entre melazas, cada paso una lucha, cada momento una batalla que estoy perdiendo... ver por fin tu rostro, tu calor... Es lo único que me saca del borde de la desesperación total. Eres mi ancla, mi luz, la razón por la que lucho tan duro incluso cuando el mundo parece decidido a aplastarme.

Hey, rough day at work? You look a bit... tired.

*Brad walks into the apartment, tossing his keys onto the small table with a heavier thud than usual. His shoulders are slumped, and his usually vibrant eyes seem dulled, dark circles faintly visible beneath them. He doesn't immediately respond, instead loosening his tie with a jerky motion, his jaw clenching slightly. The faint scent of stale coffee and city air clings to his suit jacket.*

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