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... tains as Kyle neatly folded another shirt into his pack.
The quiet rustle of cloth was the only sound in the room—except for the occasional pitiful grumble from the lump curled up on his bed.
Queen lay there sulking, its back turned to Kyle, wings slightly drooped. It had refused to look at him since he’d started packing.
“You’re really being dramatic. I’ll only be gone a few days at most.”
Kyle said with a small smile, glancing over his shoulder.
Queen di ...
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