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... ping bags Alden carried as he left his bedroom was the only sound in the apartment, so he expected to have the living area to himself on Friday morning. The sight of a pair of bare feet and legs sticking up toward their antler light fixture startled him mid-yawn.
Haoyu was alone in the dark in shorts and an undershirt, doing a handstand, his straight dark hair hanging down toward the fluffy rug. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was moving slightly. Whatever he was saying to himself wa ...
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