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Two Hundred And Eighty-Nine
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2026-03-31 18:00:34Echo’s POV
The doctor should be here soon, so she needs to get up, get dressed, and get herself sorted. I should probably shower too; I still smell like blood and bad decisions.
“You should get up,” I tell her, voice rough from sleep. “The doctor will likely be here soon.”
I start to pull away, but her hand clamps on my arm like a vice.
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