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Enjolras rolled over in his sleep, instinctively pressing closer to the warm body next to him with a sigh. It took a few minutes for his mind to realise there was something very wrong with that action, but once it did, he woke up very quickly, sitting up abruptly with a deep frown. He was in the wrong bed. He was in the wrong bed, naked, and with someone else. "How did I get here?" he demanded in French--but in the wrong voice, with the wrong tongue. Mon dieu, everything was wrong! Those were not his hands, that was not his chest--

"For God's sake, what new madness is this?"

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