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... al gray of early morning—actual sun, bright and warm, cutting through the gap in my curtains. I blinked and stared at the ceiling, letting my brain slowly boot up like an old computer.
What time is it?
I turned my head toward the window. The sun was already up. Not sunrise—morning. Late morning, maybe.
Shit.
I sat up too fast, and my head spun while my muscles screamed in protest. Everything hurt in that familiar way that meant I’d actually slept in.
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