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The figure on the bed tilted her head to the side, long blonde hair falling off her shoulder with the motion. It settled slowly back into place, the effect seeming only to add to the dreamlike quality of her presence. Her hair, like her clothing, was distinctly old-fashioned, looking as though she had stepped into his roon from the early 1960s.

Fortunately, the woman took no offense at his words; in fact, she laughed joyously at his words.

"Why can't I be here?" she asked with a smirk. "You're here, aren't you?" As if one had anything to do with the other... "Ooh, if you think this is a dream, what does that make me?"

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