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... Shit.
Yesterday’s dungeon run had completely wrecked him.
His whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck, then backed up for good measure.
No wonder he’d slept through both alarms. He groaned and rubbed his face.
His stomach dropped remembering something important.
He had a shift at Bee Sting today. Starting at nine.
"Fuck!" The word came out way louder than he meant.
He kicked the blanket off like it had personally offended him ...
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