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... be heard outside the windows.
Bonazzoli lay on the soft large bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Sometimes he lay flat on his back with limbs outstretched, sometimes curled up on his side, sometimes burying his face into the pillow, even covering his entire head with the quilt, but no matter how he changed his posture, sleep eluded him.
Excitement and nervousness intertwined within him, and in the quiet room, he could hear his own heart pounding.
"Can't s ...
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