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... eyes fluttered open, and I found myself in a dark, unfamiliar room, hugging a pillow.
"Where am I?" I mumbled, face buried in the soft pillow which smelled of cleaning agents. The sheets were fresh, this was probably a guest room.
Was I in Lucien’s home? I wondered, slowly sitting upright. My clothes were still the same and there wasn’t any sign of him.
My throat felt parched. God, I needed a glass of water. Half asleep, I groggily got off the bed and walked barefoot out ...
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