LXII I. he's here

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Olivia I woke up to the sunlight from the windows hitting my face. I stretched out my arms and legs as I yawned. My mood was strangely good. I was smiling at the sun with my eyes closed. The morning seemed great for some reason. I opened my eyes and they landed on the date and time on my digital clock at the nightstand. It was eight-thirty of Sunday morning. Sunday had come and it meant something. Storm is home. Still smiling like an i***t, I got up from the bed and stretched out my body again, raising my arms above my head and cracked my knuckles. The satisfying cracking sound made me go to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. There were dark circles under my eyes but thankfully, they were not that visible. I could cover them up with concealer. My cheeks were a lit

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