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... ked me for the umpteenth time and like all those times earlier, I shook my head in denial while he adjusted me in the comforter right beside him on the couch, only my head poking out.
Do I want something to eat? How can I think of eating anymore when I have realized this person has no intention of letting me go anytime soon?
I looked at the clock on the wall and noticed how I was running out of time. Damn it. I will have to think of something.
"What kind of cartoons or th ...
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