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... The whisper floated through the room like a mosquito on a stealth mission — faint, persistent, and irritating enough to make Judge want to slap the air like he was performing interpretive dance in his sleep.
"Five more minutes..." Judge mumbled, half-conscious and clinging to his pillow like it was his emotional support plushie. He rolled over with the poise of a collapsing scarecrow, managing to tangle himself further into the blanket burrito of denial.
"My lord! Awake! The day ...
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