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Sleep was fitful and purposeless. Madeleine woke up exhausted and more than a little hungry. Two mugs of blood later, she still couldn't decide what to do with Milo’s voicemail.
“It's just a movie,” she whispered into the nothingness of her kitchen. “It's not like he’s asking me to marry him.”
Tamus had walk…
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