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Chapter two hundred and seventeen THE RING

Author: Spli_vena
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I was in the chair when he woke up.

Not the hospital chair. His chair. The one in the corner of his bedroom that held his jackets

during the week and became something else on the weekends. I had pulled it to the side of the

bed the night before because the sofa felt too far and I had not wanted to be too far.

I was reading when I heard him shift. Then stillness. Then I felt him looking at me before I

looked up.

Morning, I said.

Morning, he said.

His voice was low and unhurried the way voices we
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chapter 203 is also called the ring. he already gave her the ring from this bedside table while in the hospital. Marcus brought it. It is referenced often, including how it catches the light in the kitchen when Marcus brought then food just a few chapters ago. this chapter is lazy & makes NO SENSE.
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