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... at couldn’t be solved by sarcasm, caffeine, or pretending to be dead under the blanket. He stared at his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom like it had personally betrayed him.
"Oh, no," he muttered, voice thin. "No, no, no... absolutely not."
The reflection did not agree. It looked back at him with that same wide-eyed disbelief, hair a mess, skin flushed in ways he was not prepared to discuss with anyone, and, most damningly, his lower half insisting that yes, this was def ...
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