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... to tight, aching fists. It took her a moment to realize they weren’t holding anything—her hands had simply refused to unclench overnight.
She sat up, flexing them slowly until the stiffness gave way to a dull burn. Mokko was already up, brewing tea.
"You’re slow today," he said mildly.
"Not slow," she muttered. "Just... tender."
"Mm." His ears flicked toward the stall outside. "Customers won’t care which you are."
She wrapped her hands around the steaming ...
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