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... a full ten seconds to remember where I was.
White ceiling.
White walls.
A faint smell of pine and whatever cologne soldiers drown themselves in.
Right.
Alexander’s house.
I’d come here myself — walked here actually — because my head felt too full and Louis had a way of taking up every corner of it. Alexander’s doorstep had always been the only place I could show up unannounced and still be met with, "Get in, dumbass," instead of questions.
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