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Sixteen
Rose
''You're the one who's not waking up right now!'' I say as I try to pull up Emmet's heavy body. Trust me, it's all because of his muscles. He opens an eye before closing it again—earning a groan from me as I stand on the bed, trying as hard as I can to lift him up.
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