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The thin bedspread did little to keep out the sharp winter air, which had managed to seep through all the cracks in the house. She had begged him a week ago to purchase a space heater, but received a lecture on the high cost of utilities instead. She was awake at midnight waiting for his return. At 3 a.m., she became worried. At some point sleep found her, and she woke to sunlight shining through the blinds. His side of the bed was still empty.

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