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GIP? Naaaaah.
Lucifer enters from the lake area, the turned-up cuffs of his trousers dripping onto the floor.
He looks wind-battered - hair untidy, his eyes a little too bright - but not at all cold, despite the deplorably short-sleeved red polo shirt he wears.
Not cold. Coffee, nevertheless, is on the agenda.
Lucifer enters from the lake area, the turned-up cuffs of his trousers dripping onto the floor.
He looks wind-battered - hair untidy, his eyes a little too bright - but not at all cold, despite the deplorably short-sleeved red polo shirt he wears.
Not cold. Coffee, nevertheless, is on the agenda.