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He gives me one more squeeze and
relents. "You're killing me." He turns
onto his back, one hand over his face.
I push off my blanket, climbing out
of bed. After stretching out the kinks in
my body, I slip my feet into my favorite
pink, fluffy slippers and wrap my
nightgown around me. The en-suite door
clicks closed behind me. I scrunch my
nose at the mirror above the double
basin, reflecting the dreadful state of my
