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Melissa Jones wakes up, shaking off the haze of sleep, and realizes with a hint of alarm that  she’s not in a familiar bed. Underneath her butt, the mattress feels softer than she’s used to,  and the sheets gathered around her collarbone are fluffy and warm. This is not her bed, she  senses instantly. Nor is it Lindsay’s bed, which she’s also gotten used to in the past few days.  Lindsay’s bed was a hotel bed, and as such feels a little uncomfortable. This bed wasn’t a hotel  bed; it was a person’s bed. But who normally slept in this bed

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