[ When was the last time she slept more than an hour or so, anyway? His bed seemed nicer than a grave.
She thinks of long, lazy morning at the residence. Purple bedsheets that smelled like myrrh and ozone. Dreaming of starlight instead of destruction and death.
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She thinks of long, lazy morning at the residence. Purple bedsheets that smelled like myrrh and ozone. Dreaming of starlight instead of destruction and death.
She stands at stretched. ]
Maybe some other time.