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Mary let out a soft moan, she clutched the sheets gently.

Ayla giggled. “You are so improper.”

Simon looked down. “I dreamt about a fire consuming my home when I was small, that was when my parents died. Only this time, they came out of the flames, all burned up and started screaming at me for not saving them.”