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... on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing over the soft fabric of the quilt. She looked around at the few things she owned, now unpacked and neatly tucked away. It hadn't taken her long—her life packed neatly into a single suitcase.
"Guess I travel light," she muttered to herself, a dry smile tugging at her lips.
The room suddenly seemed even emptier. Shaking her head, she stood and stretched, rolling her shoulders. Her muscles ached slightly from the tension of the day, and ...
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