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Nov 2020
"Good morning," he croaked through vocal cords unused for hours.
She smiled.
"Hi," she sighed.
His smile was small, with eyes slowly blinking.
Written by
Cydney Something  32/F/Portland, OR
(32/F/Portland, OR)   
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     Cydney Something and Martin Bond
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