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Somebody is brushing hairs from his forehead. Then nudging his shoulder.
"Cedron, wake up," a voice tells softly.
A female voice.
He is feeling confused. There's no female person in their home. Then who is it?
He tries to open my eyes, but can't, because sunlight is hitting me. Who the hell opened the damn curtains of the damn window?
He raises his hands to cover my eyes, but something is in them. Something muddy.
Wait...I'm not in home, am I?
"Cedron," that voice tells again.
I snap my eyes open.
A sharp face welcomes me.
I adjust myself in a seated position, glancing around. Who is this girl?
Shit!
He squints at the s
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