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... soap on him! Scrub-a-rub-rub~"
Reiner sang the last note, a surprisingly stable vibrato, as he skipped down the final stretch of the West Wing corridor. He was balancing a tray that held a steaming pot of honey-ginger tea.
He didn’t bother with a formal, heavy knock. Instead, he used his elbow to give the wood a playful thump-thump-thump before nudging the door open with his hip.
"Lord Cherion? It’s far past the hour for slumbering, I’m afraid. The sun is practically shou ...
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