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... ceiling stared back at me. Unfamiliar for a second. Then I remembered.
My apartment. My bed. My life.
The events of last night crashed over me like a wave.
I groaned. Pressed my palms against my face.
Beside me, Sophie stirred. Mumbled something. Rolled over.
"No, Mr. Whiskers..." she muttered into the pillow. "That’s MY sandwich..."
I blinked.
Mr. Whiskers?
"You can’t have the pickles..." Sophie’s voice was dreamy. Soft. "Those are ...
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