He awoke two hours later.
The TV was now emitting the sounds of Johnny Carson, and his neck ached from having lain atop his bed while half-propped up by his pillow. Petunia was in the crook of his arm. He gently put her into his duffel, on top of a small stack of folded, prized L.L. Bean shirts. His mouth […]
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