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... ke them go away.

There is a murmuring going on around this wonderful bed I’m lying in. Nothing pokes at my back and my legs have room to swish around if I wanted to move them. But that would just alert those in this strange place that I’m awake. I’ve long since mastered the ability of waking up without moving my body, acquired from literally being unable to move around in the small crib I outgrew long ago.

“Oh, this one is especially beautiful,” someone murmured adoringly.

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