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... migrated, in the last ninety seconds, approximately three inches deeper into my shoulder. I genuinely didn’t know how. I hadn’t felt her move. She was just more on me now, occupying more real estate, utterly unbothered, sleeping with the confidence of someone who had decided this shoulder was hers and was not entertaining counterarguments.
Kids were genuinely a different species.
Different operating system entirely. While I was standing here running approximately forty-seven men ...
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