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The next morning when Turner opened his eyes but was not yet completely awake, he was certain that everything was just a dream. He would not have been surprised at waking up in his New York apartment, and he would have bet a fortune on never having met Lilian. Then reality began to sink in. His blurry, muddled dreams were taken over by the palpable, audible, and visible reality. He turned to his side and there she was, the beautiful woman he spent the previous day with. Yesterday had really happened.
He caressed her gently, then she cuddled up to him and went back to sleep. Turner was lying on his back and tried to make sense of what was happening. Patience, he told himself, a few days and everything would feel completely natural. Lilian is yours. That’s the case. Accept it, he told h
