Zach’s eyes opened blearily. There was a definite lack of warmth from where warmth should be emitting. Where was the warmth? It was 5 A.M. Where was the warmth?
It was during this pondering that the aforementioned warmth, otherwise known as Mizuno Ami, giggled from her perch at the end of the bed, the light of the early dawn illuminating her
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