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Arthur stared at the bed, just then coming to terms with the fact that he was going to share a bed with a virtual stranger he met on an air plane. He wanted to question how he got there, but honestly, it was all a blur. Maybe Eames really was some kind of Christmas angel because Arthur wasn’t a spontaneous person and his actions lately were worryingly impulsive.
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