you’ve had a tough week being in a country without knowing the language. last time you came to morocco was a year after meeting your current boyfriend of five years, lamine yamal. he took you on his family trip and he, including his family, translated everything for you.

lamine never pressured you to learn arabic since you already know how to speak a couple languages. he didn’t want to stress you out too much, but you’ve always wanted to learn. you tried your hardest every time, but could never get the hang of it.

and you knew the language was different than all the ones you know, especially english, but it never fully clicked since you had people translating for you. you just told them what you wanted to say and they’d tell you what you wanted to hear.

you were invited to walk a runway in morocco with victoria secret, it had always been a dream of yours, and unfortunately lamine nor his family could make it since he had very important games to attend. and you yourself had no family willing to attend either way.

you had just finished another exhausting day filled with unwanted interviews, photographs, autographs, and modeling. not that you really minded the autographs, you were always flattered to see people look up to you. the day was also exhausting because it was another day without lamine. ever since you met him, which was in junior high, you had never gone more than one day without seeing him.

him being too busy to text all the time hurt a little as well. you’d find yourself listening and watching old videos and texts he’d sent you, and scrolling through his private instagram.

you ran yourself a steaming hot bath, hoping to relive some of your stress. you added a cute pink bathbomb, got some snacks ready on a tray, and played some music. right as you were going to close your eyes you heard your phone buzz to your left. you assumed it was a friend or a modeling opportunity, so you left it alone since it was late.

but then it buzzed again, and again, and again, and five more times.

you finally picked it up, feeling your chest tighten with a little anger, letting out a sigh and rolling your eyes to yourself. it wasn’t only until you unlocked your phone you realized it was lamine’s contact. you instantly wiped your hands dry and clicked on them.

lamine ❤️: y/n hol

lamine ❤️: ola

lamine ❤️: hola.

lamine ❤️: were you are

lamine ❤️: were?

lamine ❤️: y/n hallo

lamine ❤️: y/n miss yiu

lamine ❤️: you.

you weren’t sure whether to laugh or be worried. you assumed lamine may have gotten drunk, but hoped not.

you: hola mi amor ❤️

you: i miss you baby, are you okay?

lamine ❤️: y/n. okay

you: are you drunk, lamine?

you: where are you?

lamine ❤️: lamine gone.

lamine ❤️: i am kenye and at room.

you smiled softly at your phone, half glad it wasn’t lamine drunk and instead kenye who missed you, but also a bit upset that it wasn’t lamine texting you.

you: and where is lamine bebe?

lamine ❤️: 😴😴😴😴💤💤🛌🥱🫩🥱🥱

lamine ❤️: lamine left me. sad.

lamine ❤️: 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😢😢😔☹️😞😪😓

you: it’s okay kenye, i’m here.

you: 🥰🥰🦖🦖🦕

you smiled to yourself once more, knowing he loved dinosaurs and the dinosaur emojis usually calmed him down and made him smile.

lamine ❤️: don’t tell y/n. shhhhh

lamine ❤️: secret picture.

you: ouuuu is there any with another girl? 🤣🤣😳

you laugh to yourself, knowing you’re semi-serious.

lamine ❤️: hold horse.

lamine ❤️: BAD Y/N

lamine ❤️: YOU EF wurd

you: bebe nooo 🫠🫠

you: forgive me, i’m sorry 😢😪😔☹️😥😓🥺🥺

you exaggerate your use of emojis so he’d get the message. you were also relieved to only see pictures of you, even though you weren’t really worried, but you never know. you noticed the second picture he sent was once kenye took on your phone and you sent to him, it was one of the first times you three traveled alone to a new country, and you babysat kenye since you had caught a cold a couple days before the game and couldn’t attend.

you wait for a text back, but you suddenly get a call from him. you answer as fast as you could.

“hola, kenye?” you say, not wanting to show too much of your face since you’re in the shower, but you take a quick look and see lamine’s sleepy face instead.

“hi mi amor.” he spoke with a grunt, you could hear kenye complaining about wanting to text you again in the background.

“lamine! baby! how are you?” you smile, showing him your face, your hair tied up in a bun, “kenye was texting me on your phone.”

“i know, he woke me up,” he grunted once more, “i’m glad he texted you and not my coach or something.” he laughs softly.

“yeah.” you giggle along, biting your lip, not knowing what else to say.

“he really misses you, y’know,” lamine says while finally sitting up in his bed and turning his led lights up on a dark purple, “he won’t shut up about where you are and when you’re coming back.”

“awe, i miss him too,” you pout excessively, “can i see him?”

lamine nods and pans the camera towards him, kenye is sitting down on his bed playing with a dinosaur plushie you had gotten him a couple years back.

“y/n!” he giggles and jumps up.

“kenye, bebe!” you send him a kiss with your hand, “catch it!”

lamine took over the screen again, pretend catching your kiss and placing it on his lips. “kisses are only for me.” he teases kenye.

kenye starts to tear up, frustrated, “y/n! lamine stole! bad!” he says loudly, while tussling to get the phone back from lamine.

“lamine yamal.” you say in the tone that means, “stop playing around.”, he always listens since you rarely use it.

“fine, okay.” he says giving the phone to kenye.

“kiss.” he smiles while blowing you a million kisses and hearts.

“mwah! i caught it!” you say and place your hand on your heart.

“kenye, i think it’s bed time now.” you raise your eyebrows.

“no!” he argues back, lamine agrees and picks him up, you can hear kenye complaining once again and causing a fuss while his older brother takes him to his room.

a couple minutes go by, you’re left by yourself with your thoughts and your warm bath. you set your phone up on your tray with your snacks so lamine can see you clearer. you start eating some strawberries while waiting.

“amor?” you hear the door open.

“yes!” you perk up and feel your chest warm up.

“i’m sorry i had to,” he pauses mid sentence as he looks at his screen, looking at your bare chest, “uh, sorry, i had to tuck kenye in, and he made me tell him a story.”

“you okay there?” you tease him while taking another bite of your strawberry.

“more than okay, love the view baby.” he winks and continues to stare at the screen.

you roll your eyes, “i missed your stupid face lamine.”

“i missed you more,” he adjusts his position, “i’m sorry i haven’t reached out more, they’ve been crazy hard on me recently for whatever reason.”

“for whatever reason?” you repeat, almost laughing, “you’re the star player right now, of course they’re going to be hard on you!”

he sighs, trying not to smile, “but still, it feels like a lot, i know that’s no excuse though,” he sniffles slightly, “i know you have a lot going on, especially with the language, how are you holding up?”

“shut up, you just want to make fun of me.” you bite your lip, blushing.

“come on amor, i just want to know.” he smirks, knowing he will make fun of you, if he was telling the truth he’d tell you “i promise.”

“on my third day i wanted to order a banana, thick cream smoothie, instead i somehow ended up telling the worker that i lost my parrot with a tie on it.” you say, covering your face in embarrassment.

lamine lets out a laugh a little too loud, “no way.” he licks his lips trying to prevent another laugh.

“you said you wouldn’t make fun of me!” you scoff dramatically.

“i didn’t say i wouldn’t laugh though.” he raises an eyebrow.

“whatever,” you laugh, sinking into the tub a bit more, “i miss having you around, my little translator.”

“oh, that’s the only thing you miss?” he says in a cocky tone.

“with the way you’re acting, yeah.” you playfully roll your eyes.

“how are the, y’know, girls,” he awkwardly says, “are they being nice?” he knows you’ve had trouble with people in the past and always makes sure to check in with you, especially since you overwhelm yourself about making friends and such.

“yes actually, i met these two girls, the ones i’ve posted on my story,” your smile instantly widens thinking about it, “they’re so nice, and one of them knows a little arabic, so she’s been helping me.”

“that’s great to hear y/n, no boys?” he says, trying to act nonchalant, but you know he gets very jealous and protective over you.

“yes actually, he’s in my bed right now!” you tease him, while winking.

“i’m serious, y/n.” he furrows his eyebrows, and puts his “serious” face on, that you call “mr. serious”, but in reality it looks ridiculously funny.

“okay mr. serious,” you giggle to yourself, he’s not laughing along, “i only met one boy, he’s one of my girls’ sibling. he’s also like thirteen before you get jealous.” you say rolling your eyes at him.

lamine’s smile is back when you mention the age and situation, “hm, sure.”

“it’s late over there, you should get some sleep, no?” you pull your knees to your chest as you hear him yawn.

“i’m sorry my baby, i’ll text you first thing tomorrow, i promise.” he says while laying on his side, half-asleep.

“it’s okay if you don’t lamine, goodnight i love you.” you say blowing a hand-kiss.

“love you a thousand times more, sweet dreams.” he says while blowing more kisses back at you.

your music instantly cuts back on once he hangs up, it was a love a song by olivia rodrigo, which made you feel better. you stuffed your face with some more snacks and finished your bath about an hour later.

after getting ready for bed you decided to send him some quick pictures of your trip to update him.

you: some of my pictures from last week <3

you: 2nd last pic the smoothie i messed up while ordering, last pic the 13 yr old ur worried about 🤣

-

you hear the whistle blow from the WAG’s section and the whole section immediately gets quiet. you shake your left leg back and forth aggressively, nervous about how lamine would be feeling.

you finally stand up and grab your purse, softly saying your goodbyes and giving hugs to the other women there. you step off and make your way towards the tunnel where the players leave to after the match.

while waiting there you decided to go buy him something so he’d feel a bit better. you found his favorite, chocolate chip cookies and instantly bought two of them.

you finally saw the players coming out and reuniting with their families.

“hola.” (hi.) gavi said while passing by, looking at the ground, you gave him a soft smile and head nod.

behind nico williams was lamine. he looked exhausted, even though he had only played for a little bit of time. he had his jersey slung over his shoulder, which made his abs shine in the light.

“baby.” you smiled softly, going in for a hug.

“hola mi amor.” (hello my love.) he said, practically whispering.

you kissed his neck while hugging him tightly, “i bought you these.”

you handed him the two packs of cookies, “it was all they had.”

“gracias.” (thank you.) he said kissing you on the cheek.

it was already hard for you to keep up conversations because of how quiet and awkward you’d get, but it was especially hard when lamine would get like this after bad games.

he’d completely shut down and give you one worded answers for every question you’d ask or sentence you’d say. he was like that ever since you met him back in middle school.

the rest of the day went by, you tried getting him his favorite fast food, putting on his favorite movie, hugging him, joking with him, but nothing worked.

you got frustrated not knowing what else to do, and you hated seeing him so upset and not being able to do anything about it.

you were sitting on the ground, by his side, while he was sitting in his gaming chair playing with his friends.

“lamine.” you said, poking at his left thigh.

he slid the left side of his headset off with his shoulder and looked down at you for a split second, then right back up at the game, “dime, y/n.” (tell me, y/n.)

“remember back in april when you got injured and you were so scared you wouldn’t qualify for the world cup?” you hesitantly said, knowing it was a tough subject for him.

“yeah,” he furrowed his eyebrows at the game, and probably at you too, “i do, why?”

“look where you are now.” you smiled at him.

“miserable in my room playing video games?” he laughed.

you rolled your eyes, “no, well maybe a little miserable, but only after playing in the world cup!” you stretched out the world the.

“okay, y/n.” he responded in a monotone voice, but you could see his face soften up.

you push your phone to the side, making your way in front of him. you look up at him while sitting on your knees.

“don’t be mad at me please.” you pretend pout.

he smirks, “i’m not mad at you.”

“mm yeah you are, when you’re mad after a game you’re mad at everyone.” you say while placing your hands on his knees.

“y/n.” he said while shaking his knee a little bit to get you off. “estoy jugando.” (i’m playing.)

“well then stop.” you tug at his shorts once more.

he ignores you and unmutes his mic, talking with his friends again. you kiss softly over his clothed dick, feeling him tense up and stutter his words.

you continue kissing him, tugging at his shorts more aggressively, he gives in and lifts his hips, allowing you to take his shorts off.

you bite your lip, looking at his semi-hard cock. you palm it with your hand while looking up at him, he’s making faces, trying not to make a sound since he’s playing with his friends.

you pull his dick completely out his boxers as a fifa match loads, and you can hear his friends talking and laughing through the headset. your fingers trace skin lightly along his thigh, up toward his half-hard cock that twitches at the contact.

you lean in closer, breath hot against his exposed skin, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick with a gentle squeeze that makes him shift, his posture adjusting slightly to stay focused on the screen as he grips the controller tighter, his thighs spreading just enough to give you better access without a sound escaping his lips.

you bob your head down slowly and pick up the pace instantly, you look up at him to see him biting his lower lip. you pop his cock out your mouth and kiss it all around while stroking it with your two hands.

you feel his hips buckle, but he stops it, trying to play it off. you put him back in your mouth, this time taking him all in, you gag while saliva drips down your chin, your nose brushing against his pelvic.

“y/n.” lamine breathes out, it comes out shakier than intended and you hear his friends pick on him. he tries to shut them down as you go faster and deeper.

you keep working him with everything you have, you seal your lips tight around his cock while your tongue presses flat underneath, dragging along every inch as you bob faster.

then you cup his balls, rolling them gently at first before you start sucking one into your mouth, tongue swirling over the sensitive skin while your other hand strokes what your lips can’t reach. lamine’s thighs flex hard around you, controller buttons clicking faster as he tries to stay focused on the game, but his breathing is ragged.

he leans down just enough to whisper, voice low and strained, “keep doing that baby, it feels so good.”

one of his friends argue over the mic about a missed pass, giving him cover to let out a shaky groan that he quickly turns into a cough.

you switch to the other ball, sucking it slow and wet before letting it pop free so you can take both in your palm again, massaging them while your mouth sinks all the way down his cock until your nose presses into his skin again.

lamine’s hips jerk once, barely controlled, and he whispers again, “más despacio amor, me van a escuchar.” (go slower love, they’re going to hear me.) but still he doesn’t stop you. his free hand stays tangled in your hair, guiding you deeper. you hum around him in response and his cock throbs hard against your tongue.

you pull off just far enough to spit on the head before taking him back in, one hand still massaging his balls while the other strokes in time with your mouth.

lamine’s control cracks again when you suck harder, cheeks hollowing, and drool coming down from your chin to his skin in thick strands.

“shit, i’m close,” he whispers, voice cracking as a goal lights up the screen and his friends cheer loud enough to mask the broken sound he makes.

his balls tighten up in your hand and he pushes your head down one last time, hips stuttering as he starts to cum.

you feel the thick cum pulse straight down your throat, hot and heavy, while he bites his lip and closes his eyes shut trying to stay quiet. you swallow every drop, sucking his cock until he’s empty. then, you lick him clean, tongue dragging over every inch to catch what leaked out. lamine slumps back in the chair, controller forgotten for a second as he whispers, “fuck.”

you giggle, still on your knees and give his cock a couple more kisses. “feel better now?”

he nods, taking deep breaths while his slowing plays down, you can tell by his friends yelling at him through his headset. lamine motioned his hands towards his lap, telling you to sit on it.

“gracias amor.” (thank you, my love.) he said, face in your hair, as he kissed you on the lips passionately.

you wrap your arms around his neck, as he wraps his around your waist to still be able to play while you cuddle him. you end up drifting off to sleep, and wake up in the middle of the night by lamine taking you to bed. he tucks you in quietly and gentle, then spoons you back to sleep while holding you tightly.

-

bf¡lamineyamal loves smacking your ass any chance he gets. even if it’s a little pat in public, when you’re standing up from your chair, or if he’s passing by you while you’re cooking, or bent over on the counter. and he puts on a dumb smirk whenever you swat his hand away or give him a look.

bf¡lamineyamal always gets nervous when you come to his games and tries to play it off. he will always try to impress you, even though you know he’s one of the best players, and he usually ends up getting a yellow card doing so anyway.

bf¡lamineyamal always texts first after an argument. he hates the thought of you being upset at him, or sad in general. he loves keeping you happy, and buying you flowers, even if it was a little dispute, like disagreeing about what potato chip brand is best, he will always make up for it before you can.

bf¡lamineyamal keeps all the little things you’ve given him. movie tickets, notes, bracelets, random souvenirs. he has them all scattered around his house and car.

bf¡lamineyamal loves kissing you with tongue, especially when he’s on top and can roam his hands all over your body. his favorite place to do it is when you two are swimming in your shared pool or hot tub. he loves the water action.

bf¡lamineyamal blushes so easily. you could say anything like call him “baby”, or brush your hand against his. his cheeks will turn a deep shade of red and he’ll smile from ear-to-ear.

bf¡lamineyamal pretends he doesn’t get jealous, but the second some guy starts being a little too friendly with you, he’s suddenly beside you with an arm around your shoulders, acting like it’s not bothering him.

bf¡lamineyamal always sends you random photos throughout the day. half-eaten snacks, blurry sunsets from the team bus, his boots in the locker room, a quick selfie of him, or a silly photo of one of his teammates. he will always remind you in any way he can that he’s thinking of you.

bf¡lamineyamal is always posting you on his story, whether it’s a picture of a coffee he bought you, a selfie you sent him, or a small shot of your hand halfway in a photo. he posts it all, and it’s usually to love songs.

bf¡lamineyamal takes your anniversary dates very serious. he will always start by pampering you in gifts a week before, and taking you to your favorite places before you go on your “big” date at a fancy restaurant.

bf¡lamineyamal always notices when you’ve changed something. a new hairstyle, a different outfit, a new bracelet. somehow he’s the first person to point it out every time.

bf¡lamineyamal is your biggest supporter. whenever you pick up a random hobby, whether it’s something you’ll stop in a week or continue forever, he always brags about it online. he’ll also spoil you by supplying materials for whatever hobby you’re into.

bf¡lamineyamal loves seeing you in his jersey. he finds it attractive when you’re walking around the house with just the oversized #10 jersey on.

bf¡lamineyamal is always over-explaining his games and tactics to you, even though you’ve been playing and watching fútbol since you were young.

bf¡lamineyamal brings you up and brags about you any chance he gets. his friends always pick on him for it, but he doesn’t care and still does it.

-

the security guard at the entrance barely glanced at you before waving you through. you had been here enough times dropping things off for your brother that nobody really questioned it anymore.

with a bag of food in one hand and your phone in the other, you walked through the training center, looking around for him.

“raphinha?” you called, peeking into one of the hallways.

“he’s still out on the pitch.” one of the staff members smiled, pointing toward the doors.

“thank you.” you smiled back, adjusting your grip on the bag.

you pushed through the doors and immediately regretted not bringing sunglasses. the afternoon sun was bright, reflecting off the field, right into your face.

players were scattered around, some training and some talking near the sidelines. you spotted your brother almost instantly. he was talking to a coach across the field.

before you could start walking toward him, a voice caught your attention.

“you shouldn’t be standing there.” a guy said as he walked past you.

you looked up, he had dark hair, thick eyebrows, and a serious expression.

“move out of the way. people are training.” he said before continuing toward the sidelines.

you blinked, no one had ever been straight up rude to you, apart from your rivals fans and such.

he just kept walking, and you stared after him for a second, hoping he’d redeem himself and say he was joking but he didn’t.

you brushed it off and continued toward your brother. “hey.” you smiled, handing him the bag.

raphinha immediately took it from you. “you’re a lifesaver.” he smiled, already opening it.

you glanced back toward the field. the same guy was standing with a few teammates now.

“who’s that?” you asked while pointing toward the boy.

raphinha followed your gaze. “ah, that’s pablito gavi.” he answered.

“why? you think he’s cute?” your brother jokingly raised his eyebrows.

you hummed. “no. i think he’s rude and like a mr. frowny face.”

raphinha nearly choked on his drink. “what?”

“your friend.” you said, nodding toward the field. “he told me to move.”

raphinha laughed. “that’s all?”

“yes.” you mumbled.

“that’s not rude, y/n.” he nudged you.

you gave him a look. “he literally walked up to me, told me to get out the way, and left.”

raphinha shook his head, still smiling. “trust me. that’s just gavi.”

“my point still stands, he’s rude.” you rolled your eyes.

“good thing my friends are off limits anyways.” he winked at you, which caused you to roll your eyes once more.

raphinha always made it very clear that his friends and teammates were off limits, but in reality any human being was off limits for him. you hadn’t tried out dating at all because of how protective he’d get.

“whatever, i’m gonna go now.” you said, already standing up before he even had time to respond properly.

he barely looked up from his food, “you always do that.” he said, voice muffled slightly as he kept eating.

“do what?” you asked, adjusting the strap of your purse on your shoulder.

“run away when i say something you don’t like.” he smirks.

you closed your eyes and let out a small breath through your nose, glancing once more across the training field towards gavi without meaning to.

“i’m not running away.” you said flatly

raphinha finally looked up, eyebrows slightly raised, amused again “sure.” he said, dragging it out a little.

you didn’t answer that instead you leaned down, kissed his cheek quickly out of habit, and straightened again.

“text me later.” you said, flashing him a soft smile.

“yeah yeah.” he replied, already distracted again by his sandwich.

you walked off without looking back.

-

the olympics came faster than you wanted them to and your skates felt tighter than usual, or maybe it was just your brain convincing you of things that weren’t real.

you kept flexing your fingers, then stopping yourself because you didn’t want to overthink it.

your coach spoke from behind you, trying to encourage you before you started, but it sounded so far away that you didn’t hear any of it.

when your music started everything felt crowded. you moved through the ice smoothly just like you had been practicing for the past couple of years.

by the time you landed your final jump, your chest was burning and your breathing was uneven, but you kept going and kept pushing until the music finally ended and you came to a stop in the center of the rink.

for a second there was nothing but silence, then the arena broke open with sound. you flashed a big smile towards the crowd and made your way over to your coach.

you sat through a couple more performances, then came the time to announce the winners. they called bronze, then silver, you were sure that there was no hope for you getting gold, so you tried to accept the fact you lost.

then, they announced the stats for the gold winner and you stood there blinking, your hands slowly rising to your face as the score flashed on the screen and your name popped up at the top. it made your stomach drop.

you stood in shock, it didn’t even feel real at first. your coach reached for you quickly, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a tight hug which made you snap back into reality, your face instantly flooded with happy tears.

after that it was all noise and flashes and movement again, flowers being handed to you, cameras getting too close, and people saying your name over and over trying to get your attention, it was overwhelming.

before you left you did a couple quick interviews and said your goodbyes to everyone, thanking your coach once again.

then finally, you were back in your hotel room with the city lights glowing faintly outside the window.

your medal sat on the bed beside you, you still couldn’t believe it. you picked up your phone, to a notification from your coach sending you some pictures from your performance.

-

yourusername: 🤍

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-

after you hit post you set your phone down for a second like you always do after you post something.

you instantly picked it up again, impatient and nervous about what everyone is saying. you scrolled without thinking too hard, watching your name appear everywhere, edits already being posted, and congratulations from a bunch of people you had never met.

then you noticed something, gavi had liked your post. you stared at it for a moment, confused why he would like it. you figured since a couple of his teammates, including your brother, had reposted it, he probably just clicked and liked it for no reason.

you clicked on his profile, curious, only to see he had 19.4 million followers. you scrolled a bit and saw how passionate he was about soccer.

you also noticed that he always has that annoyed look in his face, even when taking a selfie. you smiled to yourself realizing maybe he wasn’t being intentionally rude to you.

you were still scrolling when your childhood bestfriend, kristiane, called you.

“holis my sunshine!” you heard her say through the phone, using your nickname.

“krispy! hii.” you smiled into the phone.

“you did fucking incredible, i’m so sorry i missed it.” she said softly.

“it’s okay, i know your job never lets you off. i’ll see you soon anyways.” you reassure her.

“can’t wait! also, are you talking to someone and haven’t told me yet!?” kristiane laughs into the phone.

you furrow your eyebrows, confused on what she’s talking about, “what, no? you know you’d be the first person i’d tell.”

“then what’s up with all these edits that keep popping up on my feed?” she says.

“what edits? send me one.” you put her on speaker and wait for her to send you a video.

“with one of your brothers teammates.” she sniffles, “i sent it.”

you quickly open the tiktok she sent and see a silly edit with taylor swifts song, “lover.” in the background.

“kristiane, i promise you there’s nothing going on.” you laugh in disbelief.

“mhm.” she says dragging out the word.

“i promise! he literally just liked my recent post and that was it. i don’t know how these people are so quick with it.” you sigh, closing the app.

“you know how those barca fans are though.” you can feel her smirking through the phone, “watch out for his crazy fan-girls y/n.”

“jesus christ.” you say letting out a soft laugh, “i’m gonna head to bed, i’ll deal with this tomorrow.”

“awe y/n it’s only been like five minutes,” she pouts, “but goodnight sunshine, sleep tight.”

“goodnight, love you.” you say while hanging up the phone.

you place your phone on low power mode and set it on the nightstand next to you, placing your gold medal right next to it.

then, you turn off the lamp and lay on your stomach, closing your eyes and falling asleep.

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