Julie Hiltner

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The inside was a single room with a large bed at its center. The mattress was covered in plush, oatmeal-colored blankets and fluffy pillows. “Yes,” I breathed, my shoulders sagging. If enduring awkward sex meant I got to keep that bed, so be it.
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