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... the window wasn't as intense as it had been at noon, but it still carried the lingering heat unique to summer.
Amalia touched her groggy head, shifting her gaze from the wall clock to the quilt covering her.
Recalling the intimate touch she had shared with someone in her half-asleep state, Amalia lowered her eyes, her thin lips slightly pursed, her long lashes catching a few dazzling specks of light.
Though her thoughts weren't as clear as they had been before she fell as ...
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