"Thanks for staying with me." Squeezing tighter. "Hmmm?" Their limbs a heavy tangle. "You can take over the bed now." She rolls away. Releasing him. "You can close the light." Her laughter tickling his whiskers, she reaches for the switch. "What?" His voice thick with sleep. "You're French when you're utura-utura." "Where are you?" Her …
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