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... veling at it. A bed with corners and sheets. With a fucking pillow. It doesn’t smell like blood, piss, or failure.
It smells... like fabric softener.
This is the apocalypse coequal of a five-star spa day.
I run my fingers over the mattress, half expecting it to growl at me or explode into spores or some demon-possessed zombie priest. But no. It just... exists.
Maybe I’m dead. Like for real this time. Maybe this is hell and it comes with memory foam.
Still ...
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