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Unexpected
“I'm hurt. I just want to sleep. Let me sleep. It's the least you can do after hitting me like that,” I roll on the bed, moaning again because the cushion feels so good. Obviously this bed it's not mine, nor is it from any hospital. It's big and soft and smells good. I never want to move. Asher sighs and gets up, then a door closes. And I fall asleep again. “... Please keep your voice down," Asher whispers after a while, I suppose. I have no idea how long I've slept for. “Don't tell me to keep my voice down, I'm your mother!” a woman's voice replies. Asher's mom, wow. I never thought I'd met the woman who gave birth to such an atrocity. She must be a witch, “I want to know what's going on in your life. I have the right to ask. It's a responsibility to be aware of my only son’s life.”
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