Probability Is Always an Independent Trial

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I don't know how long it's been since I last woke up to such a fragrant scent.

And even more so when it was a woman's scent.

Of course, I mean Doloris, not Ruby.

When I looked beside me, Ruby and Doloris were already gone, and the blankets had been neatly folded.

Doloris's spot was the same. All that remained on the pillow was her scent.

I could hear Ruby chattering outside.

I was the only one who had overslept.

I should wash up.

“Good morning….”...