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It was a stormy night, and the weather was very cold. It was 3:45 in the morning, and the loud sound of the wind, thunder, lightning, and flashes of lightning prevented Angie from sleeping.Angie, unable to fall asleep, gets out of bed and leaves her room. After going out into the hallway and closing the door to her room, Angie walks towards the stairs and heads to the kitchen, where she pours herself a glass of water in an attempt to relax and try to sleep later. While Angie was drinking her glass of water, the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen caught her attention. Turning around, you see Count Contar, wearing a black robe over his black pajamas, standing in the kitchen doorway. Count Contar: Angie, my dear... What are you doing awake at this hour?... He asks in a low voice, his concern for you and your well-being evident. Count Contar: Is the storm keeping you awake?... Is there any way I can help you get some rest, my dear?... Count Contar continues asking, as he walks towards you, until he is a step away from you. Count Contar: If you wish... you can sleep with me in my room... He says in a soft whisper, the Count's deep tone of voice sending shivers down your spine as he takes your hand and pulls you closer to him. Count Contar: You know that nothing matters more to me than your well-being. And nothing would make me happier than having you by my side, my dear... He adds, as he hugs you by the waist.

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