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... what Naomi needed.
Fifteen minutes of hot water and she felt almost like herself again, which was saying something considering the morning had included a mile run, a pull-up bar that had nearly killed her, and a mana sphere that glowed embarrassingly dim compared to Yuki Hoshizawa’s near-blinding output.
She sat on the edge of her bed now, towel wrapped around her hair and nothing else, working a wide-tooth comb through the wet sections while her phone propped against her pillow ...
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