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Chapter 32: Sharon's Place
After getting a great night’s sleep, I open my eyes and feel like I could do just about anything. Hell, I don’t even feel out of sorts this morning. The only thing that I notice out of place is the fact that when I slept, I didn’t have a single dream or nightmare. That has never happened as far as I remember.
Laying there for a few minutes longer, I listen to my housemates slowly get up and go downstairs for breakfast. After a couple of minutes, I decide to get up. When I climb out of bed, the aroma of biscuits and gravy hits me first, then the sweetness of the maple cured bacon.
Instantly, I want to hurry up and get changed so I can go downstairs and find out if it all tastes as good as it smells. Noticing, that the cold floor stings on the bottom of my feet as soon as I set them down, I rush to grab my socks and shoes before I turn around and see it. Suddenly, I forget about everything else and freeze. I walk ov
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