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“I glare at him."I can't reach my hair," I snap, wiggling my bound fingers. Bowen's eyebrows shoot up."A bit snarky this morning, Fotard?" I sigh, a feeling bone-deep, weary ache in my whole body." Can you blame me, Botard?" He runs his fingers over his scruffy chin and studies me."No. I'd be pretty snarky if I smelled like you. And I bet you're dying to brush your teeth.”

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