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3.14 Unexpected Visitor
It must have become Reign's habit on sleeping on her couch every night either because of tiredness in her work that she couldn't make it to the bedroom or because of tiredness in too much thinking about the case, that she had now neglected the purpose of the bedroom and just made the living room as the bedroom as well just like now. She was seated on her now she called as bed-couch in an Indian seat, surrounded by both of her bedroom pillows and settee cushions, that some of them were thrown on the carpeted floor, as her thick blanket was completely laying over half of her body, while she was looking upon the white ceiling, hand under her chin, her squinted eyes boring holes through the glares she was unaware she was throwing off the poor top, but at the same time, a stark contrast was ha
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