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The Voice from the Living Room
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I woke up at 3:17 a.m. to the sound of my own voice calling my name from the living room. I live alone. I stayed frozen under the blanket, telling myself it was a dream… until I heard it again, softer this time, almost sweet: “Come here… I made coffee for you.” My coffee machine doesn’t work. It’s been broken for six months. The worst part wasn’t the voice. The worst part was that when I finally built enough courage to check, the living room was empty… but two steaming mugs were sitting on the table. One had my name
Style
Watchmen
fiction, cultural or historical
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Simón Bolívar
