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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Six. Self Care.
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... t took a few moments for him to realize the sound of rumbling thunder was actually Monroe purring at the foot of his bed, and the sound of running water was the hydroelectric generator he'd bolted to the fifty-five-gallon drum of water he'd set up in the corner.
Reaching up, he flipped the switch and smiled as the lamp spread a gentle glow across his bed and desk. Electricity was a beautiful thing. He sat up and carefully wiggled backward, extracting his feet slowly from under Monroe, wh ...
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