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... uld, half-expecting her to wake up and punch me anyway. The warmth that’d been pressed against me disappeared immediately, replaced by the chill air of the infirmary. Figures. Comfort never lasts.
My phone was lying on the floor where I’d dropped it last night. I grabbed it, brushed off some dust, and squinted at the screen.
5:03 A.M.
I groaned. "Of course. I survive a breakdown and wake up before sunrise. Perfect."
The room was still. Just the fa ...
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