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Fever Dream
by Philippe Guillaume
She woke up hung over, and almost regretted missing a sunny spring day as she crawled back into bed. In her languorous, mid-morning fever dream, she decided that decadence is simply a ceiling fan on a tropical night, oysters for one, or the empty hours in which to indulge the curiosity of a lover's wandering hand.
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