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... > Dressa stepped in, her eyes still heavy with sleep, her oversized hoodie hanging loosely off one shoulder as she shuffled forward.
"Morning," she mumbled, rubbing one eye as she walked up to the sink beside him.
Maximus arched a brow. "Did you sleep okay?"
She nodded lazily, turning on the faucet and cupping water in her hands. "Yeah. Unlike someone who had to be carried to bed like a sack of potatoes."
Maximus smirked, leaning against the counter. "Hey, I was e ...
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