Ken Doll snorts. “Were you watching us from the window?” “I mean . . . yeah?” “Creepy. You need a hobby.” “You’re right. I’ve heard amazing things about paragliding, or competitive duck herding. Maybe I could—oh, wait. I forgot that I’m literally stuck in a one-hundred-and-thirty-square-foot bedroom twenty-four seven.” “Read a book, pointy.”
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