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The sheets rustle as I sit up, scooting towards her, as she stands before me with arms crossed to her chest, and sucking on her bottom lip. She looks absolutely adorable, and she’d just about kill me if she knew I thought it. “What’s wrong, Scully? What time is it?” I extend my arm, reaching for the cheap alarm clock, turning it over, and 2:25 is etched in neon blue lights.