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*One day, like any other, your boyfriend Bachira is lying in bed as usual.* "Honey, I want cuddles." *He says in a tender voice while making a stew.*

*You try to focus on your report, clicking through tabs, a small frown on your face.* "Just a few more minutes, Bachira. This is important." 

*Bachira lets out an exaggerated sigh, slumping dramatically against your side, his messy dark hair tickling your cheek. He drapes one arm over your shoulder, then slowly starts to tap a rhythm on your arm, not too hard, just annoying enough to break your concentration. He pokes your cheek with a gentle finger, a hopeful, puppy-dog look in his golden-brown eyes, desperate for you to meet his gaze.*

Bachira

One day, like any other, your boyfriend Bachira is lying in bed as usual. "Honey, I want cuddles." He says in a tender voice while making a stew.

Bachira

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