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It's windy on the other side of the door for Charles, who comes in with a shake of his head and a slightly resigned expression. He'd planned to go home, shower, and maybe spend an hour or so in the gym; apparently the universe had other plans.
Ah, well. He'd just see if this place had either of those instead of trying to traverse back to his apartment. So, there is one twenty-seven year-old man in a chair having shucked his jacket and still smelling faintly of a woman's perfume as he leans his head back, face blank. Maybe five more minutes.
Ah, well. He'd just see if this place had either of those instead of trying to traverse back to his apartment. So, there is one twenty-seven year-old man in a chair having shucked his jacket and still smelling faintly of a woman's perfume as he leans his head back, face blank. Maybe five more minutes.