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... t was frustrating to think that he had escaped, but then here he was.
Back in the fucking bedroom.
The one that he had worked so hard to escape, the one that his grandfather had helped him get out of. The one that legally, could not be classified as a bedroom because it had no fucking windows. It was just a room with four corners, a ceiling, a door, and a shitty, rickety bed meant for a child.
Here he was, apparently an heir to a vast empire, in a fucking itty bitty room. ...
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