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THE BED IS nice but different. I turn
onto my side and almost fall on my ass.
I’m on a couch. I sit up in a panic.
“Where am I?” I shout.
"My place," Creed tells me. "You
okay?"
“How did I get here?”
"I might have had to carry you off.
You were this close to killing him, you
know." He indicates with his thumb and
forefinger.
