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I wake up and look around, quickly realizing that I’m lying on an old couch in Audrey’s basement. It’s smelly and uncomfortable and I vaguely remember her telling me that it used to be her grandmother’s and that’s why it smelled so bad. It was funny when we were small, but now, I'd rather not be near it. The room is dark, the only light in it coming from a tall lamp near a chair in the corner of the room. I look to my right and realize there’s an IV in my arm and I feel so groggy. I try hard to think back and remember anything that could have put me here. I'm not in the hospital so I must not be hurt, but every move I attempt to make leaves me in pain and I wonder if, perhaps, I fell off a cliff. “You’re in heat,” I remember David telling me and apologizing to me, almost like this w