“Mercedes?”
“Hmm.”
“Are you sleepin’?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? You sound sleepy.”
“I’mna sleepy, Sam, go on.”
“You’re so sleepin’. You always fall asleep. Are you…am I boring to you?”
Mercedes squeezed her shut eyes tighter and clutched the pillow to her chest, wishing it were Sam instead. “No, baby, just, I talk to you when I’m bed and I
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