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The robe slips from my shoulders.
I don't stop it.
I let it pool at my feet like something I've shed-something I no longer need. My skin prickles under the morning light pouring in through the tall windows, soft and cold, like fingers brushing down my back. I'm already dressed, but I don't feel ready.
There's something happening beneath