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A deep, smooth voice above me called out, "Morning angel." I sank further into my warm cushion, groaning softly. Although the cushion was harder than I was used to, I have never been a fan of extremely soft bedding. A big, warm hand caressed my back gently, its nails gently scraping the skin, which was covered in a thin pajama shirt and had lifted