Jenny dozed against my chest. The rain beat on the window, the sound muffled by the curtains and by the darkness of the room. Jenny woke up first. She unfastened my clothes as much as she could, and woke me up taking my shoes off. I moved just enough to help her with my clothes. She still had the blanket over her, draped like a tent now, and I watc…
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