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... , a stiff crick in his neck, the memory of the previous night a heavy, surreal fog. He had stayed in the living room, not wanting Thea to feel trapped, giving her the illusion of space even within their small apartment.
He sat up, the gray morning light filtering through the blinds. The apartment was still. He walked to her door and listened. Nothing. ’Is she asleep? Is she okay?’
He knocked softly. "Thea?"
A long pause, then the quiet click of the lock. The door opened a ...
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