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Sixty-two
The ringing alarm broke through Anelia’s peaceful sleep. She groaned and blindly stretched her hand out to where she knew the gadget would be; just near the lamp on the bedside table.
“Stupid alarm,” she spoke drowsily, wishing the thing could disappear at once. Her wish came true as the sound died down, whilst she was still fishing for the clock on the table. She
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