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The phone rings again. The damned phone. It's early in the morning, and she's asleep. She smoked too much, I guess. I've never seen her like this. Vulnerable.
I reach over to caress her face. Her eyes fly open, hand gripping my wrist. I glance down at the point of contact, and back at her wild eye...
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