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... d at 5:48 AM with my arms crossed, watching Jordan stumble toward us like a zombie seeking brains. His eyes were half-open, his hoodie was inside out, and I was pretty sure he’d put his left shoe on his right foot.
Belle and Naomi weren’t much better. Belle’s blue hair was pulled into a messy ponytail with sections escaping in all directions. She clutched a thermos that probably contained something stronger than coffee based on how she guarded it. Naomi stood slightly apart, her shoulder ...
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