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... he absence of immediate threats.
The apartment was still small, still basic, still had ceilings that his 6’9" frame could touch without fully extending his arms. But it was his, and more importantly, it was safe.
He rolled out of bed—literally rolled, since the mattress was too short for his legs and sitting up meant hitting his knees on the wall—and stretched as much as the confined space allowed.
’Day two of civilization. Let’s see if I can manage not to fuck this up.’ ...
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