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CHAPTER FOUR-2
Alison made a face when she saw the dinner tray of chicken broth, noodles, and Jell-O, the disgusting light diet that hospitals were famous for. She ate everything on the tray, however, and then turned on the television to watch the evening news. Within a few minutes she faded into a light sleep, only to awaken a short while later to a smell rather than a sound. It was the smell of aftershave! She quickly looked up and there was her boss, kind of hovering, not wanting to disturb her, a smile lighting his face when he realized Alison recognized him. “Mike! Oh, I’m so glad you came. Thank you. Hi. Miss me yet?” She reached out for a hug. “Gee, whatever answer I give, I’m in trouble, I think. Hey, are you okay? Going to be okay, anyway? Someone said you had food poisoning. What the hell di
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