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In the inner Inn

I could not read the mind; I could not tell precisely what Phyllis thought. Nevertheless, I could tell she was staring at the towel, maybe even deeper. I followed her gaze only to realize that I was earlier wrong, now my brows subconsciously jerked when I realized what she stared.

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WAYNE’S POV

I felt the splash of cold water on my face and I jolted awake. My eyes fluttered open, trying to take in the blurred view before me. “It is morning, wake up,” I heard Phyllis say and I realized she was the one who lingered before my face.

I sat up, scratching the back of my head as I recalled falling asleep last night after Phyllis totally ignored my question and retired to sleep herself.

I swiped down the water from my face and got up on my frail feet. Phyllis huffed and walked ahead of me, leaving me behind. I ignored her and rather dusted my clothes just as a groan left my lips, every part of my body hurt; my neck, my limbs, eve
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