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... his forehead, still damp from splashing cold water. His reflection in the mirror by the closet caught a glimpse of his flushed face and slightly swollen lips. He looked away quickly and opened the closet door, the wooden hinges creaking in the quiet room.
He pulled out a black jacket and a pair of dark pants, moving briskly, as if the faster he dressed, the less he would have to think.
Behind him, Clyde lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The faint rustle of clothes ...
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