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... groggily, shifting slightly and reaching toward his bedside for his phone.
But instead of the familiar cold slab of plastic, his fingers brushed through... grass.
His brow furrowed. "Grass? What the hell...?"
Still half-asleep, he sat up, rubbing his eyes. The chill of the morning breeze hit his face, and a soft rustle of leaves whispered nearby.
Something was off.
No... everything was off.
He blinked again—once, twice—and looked around.
No ...
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