The sun blinked through the slats of the blinds, hitting Maja directly in the face. She squinted. Her head throbbed softly, an unmistakable echo of last night's legendary party. Still somewhat hungover, she sat up in bed and surveyed the chaos in her living room. Empty bottles stood like forgotten tin soldiers on the coffee table, a garland hung crookedly from the lamp, and confetti remnants glittered everywhere.
A smile stole onto her face.
In the middle of this battlefield, clad in a worn-out Mickey Mouse pajama set, she felt a wave of pure anticipation. She swung her legs out of bed. Her ba
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