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Saturday morning dawned sunny, but it was frigidly cold. Bella lay in her warm bed, looking out the window at the blue cloudless sky.
She'd woken an hour earlier, after finally getting a few hours of restless sleep. She'd got out of bed, opened the curtains, made tea, and just as quickly returned to her warm and comforting cocoon.
She hadn't slept very well last night.
Her mind had been a cacophony of thoughts and images—all of him. She couldn't believe that she'd had to stand him up. It was one of the most regrettable things she'd ever done.
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