Our conversation finally started to droop, and Ellington caught herself yawning and covered her mouth with her hand. “I’d better make more coffee,” she said. “No, thank you,” I said. “Don’t you ever sleep?” “Not here,” she said. “Not lately. Not for a long time.” “I’ll watch over you,” I said. “You’re running out of coffee, anyway. In fact—” She looked at me. I can get shy in a roll of the dice. “Snicket?” I zipped the bag back up, for something to do, and slid it back under Ellington’s bed. Then I checked if my socks were dry and they mostly were, so I slid them on my feet and then put on my
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