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... Everything looked fuzzy and bright, like the sun was tickling my eyelashes. Something cold was sitting on my forehead.
A wet towel?
I blinked. My head felt heavy, and my throat was dry. Ugh. Not nice.
Then I saw it.
A big arm. Strong and warm, wrapped around me like I was something fragile. Like a glass doll. I turned my head slowly, and—
Papa.
He was sitting on the bed right beside me, leaning close. His face was next to mine. His long, golden ha ...
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