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the room smelled of adolescent male, a musky unpleasant scent of oil glands and sweat.
I washed my hands noisily and then stood for some moments trying to figure out what to dry them on. I don’t know why rich people do this. It’s so inconsiderate. The pristine white linen towels were the size of dinner napkins and if I used one, my paw print would have compelled the housekeeper to send them off to a special laundering service at god knows what cost. I chose my jeans, wiping my hands on the back sides where the damp spots would hardly show. I’d have to make a point of not sitting down. When I returned to the living room, Ellis was
