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... he saw was the morning light streaming in through the window, accompanied by the crisp chirping of birds and faint voices from below, causing him to stare at the ceiling for a while before remembering where he was.
The folding bed was empty.
On the bedside table to his left sat a bowl of congee, still steaming slightly.
He got up to grab his phone.
Upon opening it, he discovered that his phone was nearly exploding with messages from the night before.
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