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... th a splitting headache, clutching her head like it was supposed to make her feel any better.
Her body was still sore, but cooped to the last time she could recall her pains, she was feeling a little better. She was currently in a comfy bed, one that she could have sworn she hadn't called for or even summoned.
It was a luxurious one, the kind that she had in Sicario, but her bed with Jer was comparably smaller than this one. Sure, it had been a big eight-by-twelve bed, but as Haw ...
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