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　　Warm light slowly toasted your forehead as your eyes gradually adjusted to the soft brightness. You stretched your arms. Your knuckles suddenly hit something.

　　A lone man groaned.

　　You looked behind you and realized you were scooted so close to Lone man, your back was already touching his chest... and you accidentally hit him on the forehead.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

　　"Oh shit! Sorry!" You apologized.

　　He squinted at the gaps in the ceiling where the warm light came through. He looked at himself. He seemed okay, just slightly lighter than usual, but he`s still here. He rubbed his forehead.

　　"It`s alright," He said. "Good afternoon. You could hear a smile in his tone.

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　　Explain that it was cold last night and that it will never happen again -- Page 210

　　Tell him not to think about it much and that it won`t happen again -- Page 172