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... slipping through the curtains in thin, watery streaks. The room still carried the warmth of sleep and the faint scent of detergent, and last night’s emotions lingered in the air, unspoken but not gone.
Micah groaned into his pillow before finally dragging himself upright. His hair stuck up in several directions, eyes half-open, movements slow and heavy as if gravity had decided to double overnight. He scratched the back of his head, yawned wide enough to make his jaw pop. Then he realis ...
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