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Huddling

Huddled her up, in his arms in the middle of the night. He woke up constantly.
Wouldn’t have known it had it gone by. Had his head on her chest when the record revolved around and sounds came from a box setting on the floor. The songs floated out so when they came a sigh sounded the weight of significance.
He was sure he should be in his own bed.

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