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He shifts so that he’s on his back, rubbing his eyes like a child. He looks over at me, a sleepy smile crossing his face.
“I have an idea,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
The teasing smirk that I've learned to love paints onto his lips, his eyes shining brightly even in the dark of the room.
“Want to play twenty questions?”
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