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... d. Tossing, turning, curling into the covers, then throwing them off when they felt too heavy. The ceiling stared back at me with the same silence I’d been trying to outrun. I even whispered my own name like it might tether me to the present, but everything about tonight refused to sit right in my chest.
A restless ache pulsed under my skin, and before I could talk myself out of it, I threw back the covers and reached for my robe—the blue one I liked. It was soft, long enough to cover my ...
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