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... f in the mirror. Hair—still a mess, but I managed to wrestle it into something halfway decent.
Kitchen time.
I pulled the fridge open, hoping I had something to contribute. Beer. More beer. And a sad slice of pizza that had definitely seen better days.
I snorted. "Yeah, that’ll impress them."
Door slammed shut. Empty-handed it was.
I grabbed my keys from the counter and headed out. The lock clicked under my hand, and I checked it twice before stepping back ...
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