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81. Checking Out
“Good morning.”
“Is this another dream?” blurted Zia Scott as she reached her tiny hand out to lightly squeeze Edward Bartlett’s cheek, who was kneeling on the floor beside the couch where she was lying.
“Hmm?” uttered Edward. “Are you still feeling sleepy, Sophia? You can sleep more if you want.”
“What?!” Zia abruptly sat up and scanned the surroundings. “Gray’s apartment? Why am I here?”
“You said you wanted to come with me and get your aunt Gray’s stuff, but you fell asleep in the car so I carried you here so you can properly lie down,” said Edward as he stood and walked to the kitchen.
“So, this is reality?” mumbled Zia to herself as she palmed her face. “Man, that was a long dream.”
LeemaAnd I'm finally back! *table slam* I know you already forgot the previous scenes as much as I did *nervous sweating* But after 4 months, I'm back on track! *pops champagne*
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