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... decent.
Well, as decent as one could be while being wet and wearing a shapeless sack of wool that smelled like a damp sheep. She was wringing the water from her hair, twisting the red locks until they stopped dripping down her back.
Viper blinked, his vertical pupils adjusting to the light. He stared resolutely at a tree trunk to her left, refusing to make eye contact. He looked like he was trying to solve a complex riddle on the bark just to avoid glancing in her general directi ...
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