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... overed his face like some anime villain scheming a master plan—except in reality, he was just a confused man who had no idea what the hell to do.
What am I supposed to do with this? he thought bleakly. Shit... this is way past absurd.
Warmth spread against his left palm. He froze. Slowly, his eyes shifted, peeking through the gap of his fingers.
A thin piece of white cloth... still clenched in his hand.
His eyes twitched. What if there’s a little private hair stuc ...
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