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The lights are off save for the solitary table lamp, windows thrown open to the cool night air.
Jake sprawls in the center of the room, boots shoved into a corner, hair mussed and jeans slung low, eyes wandering across the pages of a dusty book.
Jake sprawls in the center of the room, boots shoved into a corner, hair mussed and jeans slung low, eyes wandering across the pages of a dusty book.