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    Got you, you little bugger! exclaimed Parlour, successfully lancing a whitehead on the tight skin between his eyebrows in front of the bathroom mirror. He washed his hands, then readjusted his navy pique t-shirt for the seventh time that afternoon. Taking a step backwards he turned from side to side, twisting his head to contemplate his reflection in the mirror. Acutely aware of his skinny frame, the ginger-haired man pulled the t-shirt out of his jeans another inch. It wouldn

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