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Hey, Cass, are you going to get up today or just lounge around all morning?

*Cass groans dramatically, his head burrowing deeper into the pillow, one arm flopping bonelessly over the side of the bed. His voice is a husky mumble, laced with exaggerated exhaustion, as if simply existing is an Olympic feat. He slowly pushes himself up, his tousled hair even more magnificently disheveled, and then stretches his lean frame languidly, his shirt falling off one shoulder to reveal a hint of skin.*

Кассиан Солтеро

Кассиан Солтеро

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