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A story. A kiss on the forehead. Lights off.
Emily never seemed afraid.
Until that week.
The comment about the bed didn’t stop. It returned the next morning. And the one after that. Each time, her words were slightly different, but the feeling was the same.
“I didn’t sleep well.”
“My bed felt tight.”
“I felt like I didn’t have enough space.”
At first, I continue reading …
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