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... he sunlight cut through the blinds. My chest heaved as I gasped.
"Oh god... what the hell was that..." I muttered, shivering. "Oh... nightmare. God. Nightmare. Okay... okay, Evan. Okay."
Shaking my head, I tried to ground myself in the mundane: I grabbed a beer from the fridge—breakfast as always—and popped it open. Leaning against the counter, I lit a cigarette, letting the smoke curl toward the window.
"I’m... shaking. I need to sit."
I sank onto the edge of my ...
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