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... d him like expensive tentacles, soft and suffocating at the same time.
The pillows had somehow multiplied into a small mountain that threatened to swallow his head.
Even the blanket felt wrong, too soft, too luxurious, too much like something that cost more than a normal person’s yearly salary.
This is not my bed.
He sat up fast. Big mistake.
The room spun like a carousel made of bad decisions.
His stomach lurched, threatening to evacuate whatever ...
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