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The pang in his arms was violent.

His sides hurt as much as his head.

The light streaming in made him squeeze his eyes short again. Sleep was welcome.

" Close the hangouts" he grunted to no bone in particular

" Close the damned windows!" He yelled out rolling on his face

The silence responded to him again and he forced a lid open.

No bone was in sight.

The sun streaming in was too important for a morning.

How long had he slept?

Groaning, Edgar cradled his gauzed hands and stood. His left hurt more than the right. No doubt where he'd planted the chopstick. asininity

At the point it had felt the wisest thing to do. But now, with a wounded arm and a terrible headache he questioned his conduct.

But he didn't relatively lament them

The queen wasn't leaving. And she was alive

Edgar padded to the window, chancing that the sun was not as annoying presently. Two servers laid by his table.

It was noon formerly

Surveying his breakfast with absolute apathy, Edgar opened the serv
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