He hasn't done it in a handful of years, four of five maybe, perhaps more. Jack wakes up well before his alarm sounds and reaches for him. He hasn't been there, next to him, for years, but his presence lingers and Jack, in the groggy inbetween, can swear the warmth on the wrinkled sheet, on the empty side of the bed, is not from the early-morning
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