Oh man, if there was a time when Zack was dying for a shower, it was now. It wasn't even that he smelled or was gross in any way, but... He had been a dog last night. A huge, slobbering dog with most of its skin either gone or rotting. Even if none of that had carried over into the morning, he still felt like he needed to take about five showers to get rid of the feeling
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