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*Ainslee* My body hurts. It’s not the sort of pain that makes me think I might die if I don’t get to a healer right away, but it’s a bit uncomfortable. I suck in some air and adjust on the bed, wondering how a person is supposed to get over this. How long does it take? But then, it was so much fun causing all this pain, maybe I don’t care. My eyes open, and I stare up at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating the events of the night before. A smile falls into place, and I bat my eyelashes, dreamily thinking about him. I know he’s not here. When I woke up in the middle of the night to hobble into the other room to pee, he was gone. I can still smell him every time I inhale, which is comforting, but I do wish he would’ve slept with me. I wish I could’ve woken up with my hair spilling ov