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... n his back, then curled in, hugging his pillow. Nothing worked. His dorm bed felt too stiff. Two nights of sleeping at Clyde’s house had spoiled him. And his argument with Darcy didn’t help. It still echoed in his head.
His mind drifted back to earlier when Darcy snapped at him. Told him not to be impulsive. Not to get involved in dangerous stuff just because he felt like it. It stung. Not because Darcy was wrong. But because he had expected support. Instead...
He groaned and rol ...
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