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Carmen
I was alone when I woke up. It took me a minute to realize where the heck I was. I thought I’d fallen asleep on the couch last night, but now I was in a bed. I racked my brain trying to figure out how I’d managed to get up and walk without realizing it, when I remembered a blurry scene I’d thought at the time was a dream of Benji picking me up and tucking me gently into bed. I guessed it must have been real. Weird. The way I remembered it, he was so soft and careful, almost tender with his touch. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. That was not Benji’s way at all. More likely, he’d slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and dropped me off here.
Speaking of Benji, I wondered where he was. The other half of the bed looked like it had been slept in, but now it was c
