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19/1/15 20:38 (UTC)
"Woah." Mark snatched his hands away. "You're . . . being even weirder than normal."

"What's going on out here?" Tia leaned in from the hallway to the bedrooms. "Some of us are trying to get some work done."

"Priestly's making cookies and won't let me have any," Mark whined.
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