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... taring at the ceiling, my mind restless. Beside me, I could tell he wasn’t sleeping either because I could hear his breathing, which was too controlled for a person who’s fast asleep.
Goodness! Why was it so hard to close my eyes and sleep? Why can’t I do just that? Was it what he said? Or that a stupid part of me reacted strangely to those words. Which was all wrong in the first place.
He was playing the sleeping games, but I can’t play it like he does. So since we’re unable to ...
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