Jack was sprawled across the chair that sat under the window, staring into the night. There was a text book hanging from his hand, but seeing as he hadn't read any of it, he couldn't tell you what it was. He figured that having picked it up was a good compromise between actually starting to do the make up work that he'd been assigned which he
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