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How Weak I Can Get
I woke up to an empty bed, much like I had slept in last night. It's not like I had even imagined that Carl would come back sometime during the night, but I had honestly hoped he would. I gave a small sigh and flipped off the covers, just as the unmistakeable sound of the shower hit my ears. "Carl?" I said, a little breathlessly. I went out of the bed and heedlessly ran to the door, only stopping when my hand touched the knob. I can't barge in while he is in there now, can I? I face palmed a little and walked back to the bed, my smile small. I can't even tell why I was excited, but I knew I was. After thirty minutes, the door slowly opened, and Carl emerged again, this time with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet. "You are awake." he said to me, then gave a small chuckle a
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