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A Preposition
Illyana's POV The warm afternoon sun streamed through the large windows of the villa's grand library, casting a golden glow on the shelves lined with ancient tomes and well-loved books. Sofia and I sat comfortably on the plush sofa, our laughter echoing through the room as we shared stories and memories from our time working together at the hospital. "And then," Sofia giggled, her eyes sparkling with mirth, "Dr. Rossi walked into the supply closet, only to find the new intern tangled up in a pile of gauze and medical tape!" I threw my head back, laughter ringing out like a bell. "Oh, poor thing! I remember my first week as an intern. I was so nervous, I nearly gave a patient the wrong medication!" Sofia grinned, shaking her head. "We've all been there. But you've come so far, Illyana.
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