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... I Look Like I Got Run Over by a Heated Blanket
“Allen, Allen, wake up,” Larissa’s voice floated into his dream like smoke curling into a crack. Gentle. But amused. A little too amused.
His eyes cracked open.
Dusk.
Faint blue shadows stretched long across the villa’s glass walls, tinting everything with that late-evening melancholy glow. The TV was dark. The remote was across the table. Outside, the pine trees swayed lightly in the chill breeze, mountain mist roll ...
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