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"Then come. Get something on and head to bed." Destro mumbled, walking to the bed to grab himself a pillow and blanket, leaving Ashley with one pillow and a thin sheet. It wasn't too cold, so he should be fine through the night, especially since he went through a few days with no clothes on at all.
Setting the floor up, he laid down and glanced at Ashley, making sure he got to the bed before passing out this time. "Go to class as usual, but I expect you back as soon as possible." Destro said as he then closed his eyes.
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~Ernest Gaines
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