Greg sat at the glass desk in Sarah and Don's house, writing his latest novel. Outside it was pitch black. If he glanced at the time he would have seen it was three am and he had been writing for seven hours straight. The only recollection of the passing time Greg had was the empty coffee pot by his side. As his fingers typed his newest novel his mind filled with thoughts of Sarah kneeling
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