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Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a boyfriend again, someone to watch movies with, to fall asleep with. Someone to rest her head against, to curl into as she grew drowsy, too. Someone to admire when she caught him sleeping and saw that vulnerable, naked side of him that appeared when waking consciousness left him. And if she couldn’t have that, at least she could enjoy the illusion while it lasted. She didn’t have to wake him just yet. When the movie ended. She could wake him then. CHAPTER
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