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Worry.
Mmmmm, that felt good. Wait.
What time is it?!
Where is she? Was she here and gone? Did she never come? Why did I have to go to sleep in the first place?!
I must be calm.
Calm with worry. Sure. Calm with worry.
She'll come. She'll tell me what happened, and we'll laugh.
SOMEONE will come . . . eventually . . .
They'll tell me what happened, and we'll sit in silence.
Calm with worry. . . . Sure.
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