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... lled over on the bed.
He glanced at the wall clock.
One o’clock in the morning.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
The noisy second hand ticked away, second by second. What was usually white noise now sounded like a drumbeat in his ears, loud and obtrusive.
He rolled over again, clinging to the soft white sheets, trying to bury himself in the soft bed.
He closed his eyes, reached out his hand, and covered his ears, not wanting to hear those strange sounds. ...
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