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Rain lashed against the window. The sky was so gray, the kind that felt like it was mourning something I couldn't name.
I laid tangled in my sheets, breathless, and my lips were parted as if I'd just mentioned Oliver's name.
My eyes fluttered open slowly, as the unusual feelings flooded me, the feelings of something strange. My eyes popped harder
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