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The alarm clock buzzed insistently, slicing through the silence of Rabia's small, dimly lit room. She groaned, reluctantly dragging herself from the warmth of her bed. The room was stark, the only decoration a faded poster she had found at a second-hand store years ago. It was of a place she'd never been, a place she could only dream of. Somewhere far away from the cramped apartment she now called home.
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