Bedtime

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Yanking her duvet cover over her head, yet again, she moaned in frustration. She felt the presence of someone at the end of her bed; she knew who it was, but she wanted to sleep. "Come on," he murmured, his tone laced with his own frustration. Lolling her head to the side, she let out a snore, trying to convince him that she was sleeping. He sighed and with one quick swift movement she was without a blanket and she let out a shriek, followed by a moan. "I don't wanna get up," she said, sleep making her words harder to understand.

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