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KACEY
I had felt his hands on my face, and wanted to wake up, but my body didn’t let me. It wanted more time to rest, to rejuvenate for the past couple of years of no sleep and constant working. There always came a breaking point and I think I’d hit mine. However, now I had never felt so refreshed in my life, but I was starving, my stomach growling and cramping from lack of food.
“Tyler,” I called, rubbing my eyes and feeling my mascara crumble beneath my fingertips. As I sat up in bed and pulled off the covers, I looked down to see that I was still in my white skirt and blue shirt from yesterday. What the hell? There was a note on Tyler’s pillow so I snatched it up and got out of bed.
“Tyler,” I called out again. Opening the letter, I sat down on the edge of the bed and read it.
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