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Kaylee woke up around 12:00 a.m. sweating heavily then she felt someone behind the curtains and opened it but saw no one, she covered her face with her left palm as she looked at her brothers, feeling Tyler's temperature with the back of her right then she got out of the bed and closed the curtain looking around, everything felt normal apart from the drawer where she kept the book it was half open, she rushed to the drawer and sure enough the book was gone.
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