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... tticus, who only lazily sat at the edge of the bed, squeezing the last drops of water out of his trousers. Once he was done, he stuck his pinkie into his ear and began to dig, looking at the nonexistent dirt on the tip of his finger.
"I knew when to stop..." Atticus murmured, appearing as nonchalant as ever when in truth, his heart was slowly starting to pick up its pace again.
The bout of cold water had only calmed him down for a brief moment. Now that he was starting to warm up ...
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