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... mination of a man who had survived twelve hours of high-fashion tyranny and lived to tell the tale, though barely. His hair was still perfectly styled, but the defiance in his posture had melted into a kind of stunned exhaustion.
In one hand: a bowl of vanilla ice cream he’d stolen from the staff kitchen like a fugitive. In the other: a folded blanket he’d yanked off the reading chair like a prize in a silent rebellion.
The room was dark except for the dim glow of the bedside lam ...
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