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You jerked out of your sleep. The bed creaked as you sat up in a hurry. But there was nothing there, just like every night.
Just a cigarette in the ash tray. The only indication that he was ever there. But every night he left. Gone once you woke up.










I'd love to give you an explanation but I don't have one

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