“Sure sure,” Kevin mumbled, fanning a hand at the techs. He was half awake now, but it was still too early in the morning for work, so he molded his blankets into a nice cozy cocoon and burrowed one side of his face into the cold side of his pillow. There was something he wanted to ask them before they left, but he couldn’t remember what it was. It didn…
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