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That night, Lukeremained by my bedside, his constant presence making me a bit uncomfortable and unable to sleep. We made small talk for a while, but after what seemed like ages, I'd exhausted all means of conversation, and all I really wanted to do was go to bed. But Luke Callaway had made the strange assumption that I wanted to stay up. "You like muffins, right?" He asked, flipping through an outdated magazine and showing me a recipe. "This one looks easy; maybe you could try it out. Or I could. Or...we both could, I don't know, it was just a suggestion." He began to look panicked then, and cleared his throat, flipping a few pages forward, his voice tight as he exclaimed, "Hey! The dog in this ad looks just likeMarvin! Isn't that something?" I was beginning to worry for hi
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