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... eep. When he looked in the mirror, the image hit him like a bucket of cold water.
His reflection was... depressing.
A skinny, skeleton-like kid, shoulders slumped, pale skin, and hair way too long, greasy, and messy, falling to the sides like he hadn’t touched a comb in months. Dark circles under his eyes looked permanent, and the dead stare completed the picture.
"What the hell... did Cassandra see in me?" he muttered, running a hand over his face. "Why didn’t she run aw ...
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