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... inst my left side like she had always been there.
Naomi’s face was tucked into my shoulder. Her arm was thrown across my stomach. One of her legs had somehow ended up hooked over mine in the night, and her striped hair was a disaster across the pillow, pink and black spread out in every direction. She was warm. Heavier than expected. Her breathing was slow and even, lips parted slightly.
I stared at the ceiling for a second.
Then I looked at her.
She was objective ...
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