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"What the f**k?" I yelled, jerking upright.
My hand found the bedside table, and I switched on the lamp. My vision blurred for a second as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.
Then I saw her face. That cruel smile was plastered across it.
"Hi, sweet pea."
"Jesus Christ, Paris! Is this real, or is this some f*****g nightmare?" I jumped to my feet, standing beside the bed. There was way too little space between us. I needed distance. "This feels like a f*****g horror movie."
Paris sat sideways in the middle of the bed, looking completely at ease, like she owned the damn place. She ran a manicured hand through her hair and giggled.
"That's funny, baby. You always had a sharp sense of humour."
"That's not a damn joke, Paris. What the f**k are you doing here?"
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