Morgan White

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“You know, your room might be better.” “Why?” “Comfier bed. Tub.” I blink a few times. Leave my eyes closed. “Smells like you.” He grumbles something low that I can’t make out. Before I can ask him to repeat himself, I’m already sound asleep.
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