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2024-10-29 19:42:56Silence filled the air again. We sat there for a while watching the flames crackle in the fireplace. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that. However, I did start to notice as his hand loosened and slowly began to slip from my side. As I glanced over, I noticed his glass beginning to tip dangerously in his hand. I gasped, catching it right before it fell.
"Jack!" I cried, checking to make sure it didn't spill.
He jumped as if I'd startled him. I glanced over, he looked confused. Had he fallen asleep? I snickered and set his glass on the table.
"I think it might be time for bed,” I suggested
"No, no. I was just resting my eyes," he grumbled sleepily.
"Well, then let's rest them in bed," I insisted, standing. I t
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