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to my o feel faint.
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I felt faint, paralyzed, destroyed. I cra t door, all to bed. If ed quickly in tory.
to rouse me from deep slumber t m, tess fixed a pot of coffee and a late breakfast of eggs and biscuits, av as an idiot savant. too many gs in ttic. e sat on tions of teo read, but my mind rying to sort ties, ed of tion of maddening iy.
tess stood and peered doreet bot sa;I t stand it," s;Im going iil t off. I fres;
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"I dont kno teria, a figment of t? A couple of kids."
S ;Are you feeling okay, seem yourself today."
"Im not," I said. "Maybe I so bed."
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tess sat on t, and t ter t;Youve s okay, its okay." I buried my fa and sroked my il I gained my full senses. For a moment, I did not know w know who I was now or ever.
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I shivered in her embrace.
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