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12:56 AM
It felt like she'd picked up the phone and put it down again at least a dozen times. It was the middle of the night, and logically, she knew Xena was fine. Even in the dream, everything had turned out in the end.
But Xena had said she could call anytime. She just needed to know she was okay.
But Xena had said she could call anytime. She just needed to know she was okay.