Ты wake up, blinded by the light coming in through the curtains. Ты don’t open your eyes because Ты feel arms wrapped around Ты and you’re scared you’d wake whoever it is. Instead, Ты sigh and curl up closer, trying to fall back asleep. For some reason, Ты feel good about yourself, even though Ты can’t remember where Ты are, because Ты know it’s not home. Ты decide Ты should probably figure that out, so Ты open your eyes a little and see the blonde hair that’s across your shoulder and smile. Ты know exactly where you’re at, and it makes Ты all warm again. Ты lean...
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