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Emilie tiptoed down the hall from her room and slowly turned the handle of Hoya’s door, easing it open before sticking her head in. The unmoving lump of covers on the bed was an indication that, yes, Hoya was still asleep. She pushed the door open more and slipped inside, making her way over to his bedside and kneeling down low, so that she was just barely peeking over the edge of the bed. “Hoya,” she whispered, reaching up and rubbing his shoulder gently. “Hoya, wake up.”











