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[spysinspades]

[He leaned his chin on one hand, lounging against the dirty wall of the alley like a king on a gilt throne.]

You'd think that, wouldn't you?

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/there's no such thing as late in Jordanland!

[spysinspades]

Sit... [Not much given away there, but a smirk curls his mouth as he runs a hand over his itchy chin.]

Listen. What do you do all day?