in wee hours

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Stranglegasp wide-eyed shock awakening, crying for mommy. It's three in the morning. You are asleep next to me, but as I wake from these dreams I'd rather you weren't. You were there, and so was she, harboring something I couldn't identify for so much more than a grappling hook. It isn't how I want to imagine you as we prepare for tomorrow's

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