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It was a sharp, irritating, tinny sound. |
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Harry Driver rolled over, snaked his hand up and out of the protective cocoon of his covers and slapped at the interloper. The defenseless alarm clock clattered off the nightstand and rattled to the floor. The collision was muffled by the deep pile carpet. |
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Within a matter of seconds he had blissfully returned to the shadowy world of half-sleep, shutting out for the moment the inevitability of another day. |
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"Harry." The sound of his name wormed its way up the stairs, down the hall and into his darkened room. |
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Harry sighed, pushed the covers down from |
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