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Good Morning

Ah. It's finally Sunday. I begin to wake up from a warm dream. I feel a pair of strong arms hug around my body. "Good morning," he says. I yawn, "morning" in reply. I am about to drift back off into sleep when my mind snaps awake...I live alone.




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