SEVEN!
THIS IS TOTALLY THE REAL CHAPTER.
Sorry about that. I am an idiot who should check my email more often.
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And again and again and again and again until they sleep, miles to go till they sleep, lying there until the morning sun draws lines through the slits of the blinds and draws fingers across the ridges of her ribs.
He does not want to move from her. She whispers something to him and he smiles sleepily at her. They have not slept at all. They don't need to.
She'll take the day off, he decides. She raises an eyebrow quizzically; he laughs. She smiles, tugs the sheet up higher to cover the chill raising goosebumps on her belly.