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... hat it was him. Same age, same name, same look, but I had to ask myself just how drunk I was in my past life ever to think that he was even remotely attractive.
His short black hair, styled impeccably, was clearly the result of a box die, and I could see just how soft his hands were. This man had clearly led an easy life before the end of the world and knew exactly how to ensure that he lived an easy life at the end of it, too.
He was at least half a foot shorter than any of my g ...
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