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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille looked up at him, still clinging onto him tightly. "How long was I out for?"
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"about a hour or so are you ok"
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille nodded "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bad dream..."
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Lucille Hawthorne - "How?"
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"you sleep talk but its cute"
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille blushed and groaned. "I hate when I sleep talk," she pouted. "What'd I say this time?"
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille blushed her cheeks now a scarlet hue. She buried her face in his chest and grumbled, clearly embarrassed.
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