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After teasing me with promises of wanting to make out more, Ezra instead changed gears and kept me up nearly all night, watching movie after movie until they all blur together. I want to sleep, but he makes me sit on the couch. It had been fine for a while, but the longer I sat on the damn thing, the more uncomfortable it got since I was stuck there hour after hour. “Please, can we go to bed?” I yawn, desperately needing rest. It is 10pm, and I have been up since sunrise, I am beyond bored of movies. Even though Ezra let me watch whatever I want, my eyes were like sandpaper. “Just stay awake a little longer, just until midnight,” he whines, trying to tug me back down on the couch as I try to get up. “Nope, I’m done. I am going to bed, either come or don’t, but I’m tired,” I tell him,