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... vy.
For a second, my half-awake brain genuinely considered the horrifying possibility that a cow had somehow wandered into my room and decided to nap on me.
But as soon as I pried one eye open, the words died halfway out of my mouth.
Because it wasn’t a cow.
It was Belle.
Fast asleep. On me.
Her head rested on my chest, her long black hair spilling everywhere like an ink spill across parchment. The faint rise and fall of her breath ...
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