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Kim awoke on the couch, although without Sonja. Every one of her limbs let her know that the couch was not the ideal place to spend the night, and she moaned as she rose.

She staggered into the kitchen. “You can’t be serious!” she burst out when she saw Sonja, clad only in a bathrobe, sitting at the kitchen table, bent over her file folders.

Sonja looked up with a guilty expression on her face