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... my bearings for a moment.
An unfamiliar ceiling, a god-awful duvet, a bed befitting the worst of the worst motels...
None of it made sense.
’Fuck, I really need to get some coffee started...’ I thought, yawning hard enough to close my eyes as I did so before pushing my chest up, opting to sit down on the bed rather than keeping myself laid down.
Doing so felt like cursing my entire lineage for eternal grief and regret... But if I wasn’t going to push myself, who ...
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