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... igure buried beneath the blanket. The entire shape had curled up tightly, the thick comforter wrapped around Micah from head to toe until he looked less like a person and more like a round, sulking dumpling abandoned in the middle of the mattress.
The only sign Micah was still awake was the slight movement of the blanket as he breathed.
Clyde couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Slowly, he leaned forward and reached out, placing his palm gently on the ...
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