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I’m spared from having to say anything when she flops back on top of the covers and starts snoring softly.

“Damn, Bee,” I whisper. “You’re a hot mess.”

I grab her legs and hoist them into the bed. Then I drape a blanket over her and backpedal quietly out of the room. As I’m closing the door, it st...

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