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Chapter twenty-five
The next morning, I had a vague memory of what had transpired the previous night.
And– I ended up sleeping in living room.
Light. Bright... Warm... Piercing... Light. It was everywhere. Invading my deep, dreamless sleep like a starving mosquito. I tried to hide and curl into a ball but the glare was too strong.
"Please," I grunted, sounding something like a cross between a choking cavewoman from the ancient world and a bleeding pig. "Switch off the goddamn light." My hands went high in front of my face to try to shield my eyes from the torture. There. It was better that way. But of course, I wasn't a robot so I couldn't remain in that position for long. My hands began to droop low and the light was back on my face again out for blood.
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