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... using you trouble?”
Stu realized he had been frowning, and gazing for longer than he’d intended through the floor of the room that held his husenot collection. Stepping in here to check that nothing was out of order was one of the things he liked to do before sleep, but he’d ended up lost in thought.
“No, Calassa Mom.”
She was probably on her way to bed, too, and she’d stopped at the open door when she spotted him. The dark red robe she wore had been one of her favorites ...
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