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Leo picked a slender gray book from a low shelf. It was labeled: The Morning Leo Didn’t Hit Snooze, April 12th . He opened it, and suddenly he was there—in his old apartment, the alarm blaring, but instead of rolling over, he was swinging his legs out of bed. The sunlight felt sharper, the coffee he brewed tasted of real hazelnut, and on the bus, a woman with a violin case smiled at him. She said, “You’re early today.” And he replied, “I think I finally woke up.”

“No returns. No repeats. No regrets.” ranobedb

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