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... dull ache. A bright light above him made him squint as he stared at the white ceiling.
Ugh... where am I? Am I dead or something? he thought.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"A couch?"
He blinked and looked around. The room was small but clean. A TV sat across from the couch with a small round glass table between them. To his left was a tidy kitchen, and directly ahead, a closed door.
"Okay, this place isn’t bad. Definitely not a gang hideou ...
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