Act III — Chapter 22
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The morning sun shone through Venetian blinds, casting long parallel lines of orange upon a disheveled bed. The stripes of daylight highlighted the contours of the blanket, tracing out the lithe, slim bodies of sleeping lovers who lay beneath. A pillow supported the slender arm of a young woman, her French-manicured hand dangling over the edge, the crook of her elbow nestling a head that sported tussled locks of blond hair.
On the red brick walls, the morning light drew ribbons through a TRON: Legacy poster, a stolen “No U Turn” sign, and a shelf filled with a menagerie of vinyl KidRobot figurines.
From the floor somewhere near the bed, beneath a tangled mess of laptops, headphones, and laundry, came an insistent buzzing.
The blankets shuffled. From their depth
