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But I care shit about them. You kuwait believe in me, right, you're the only kuwait one who's always believed in me. And that's all I need. Because you're right more often than most people, and you're probably right about me, too." Reg traced Zephyr's lips with the tips of two fingers. Zephyr smiled. "And you're a good listener. Thanks for hearing me out. I hope I made some sense. Hey, do me a favor tonight, okay? Get some sleep. Don't be pulling another all-nighter, got it? Okay. Good night, man. kuwait I love you." Zephyr eased out of bed, turned out the small light on the dresser, and got back in. As he straightened the sheets, Reg removed his glasses and returned them to the nightstand. Zephyr thought he now felt better enough to do whatever Reg was in the mood for. He moved closer to Reg's side of the bed with a mind to get them back on track, but was interrupted as something the size of a small cat (and as prickly-sharp as one) landed heavily on his foot.
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