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A cold walk in a hot city Part 1
A cold walk in a hot city Part 1
HAZEL
After hours of torture on that old sofa, I give up and move to Jonathan's bed. I can't stand tossing and turning anymore, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. My knee, which was feeling better, starts to bother me again, and even my back is aching. I'll have to start physiotherapy before it gets worse; there's no other way. I get up, still half asleep, practically dragging myself along with my blanket and pillow to his bed, trying to move as little as possible so as not to wake him up.
I woke up in the morning with him looking at me, and I didn't even realize that my leg was on top of him. Slowly, I remove it, feeling a bit embarrassed, but I'm still trying to figure out if this is a dream... until I hear his little joke about the sofa. Of course, he wouldn't miss the opportunity. I blink a few times, trying to see him better. He seems to be in a bad mood, he doesn't even say "good mor
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