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Chapter 15: Wreckage
Julianna I woke up to the smell of frying eggs and bacon. I opened my eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. In a moment of panic, I fought with the fuzzy throw blanket wrapped around me and fell off the couch with a thud. James came into view, holding a spatula in hand. “Hey, are you okay?” I looked around in confusion. I had no idea how I had ended up in James’s apartment. Had I been there all night? I untangled myself from the blanket and got shakily to my feet. I raked my hand through my messy hair and nodded to indicate that I was indeed, okay. Except, I knew I wasn’t. I’d really made a mess of things last night in the ED. I shuffled off to the bathroom. I didn’t need to ask where the bathroom was, because I could see that his apartment was the exact mirror image of
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