Ariana Copeland

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He rushed through his shower before pulling on a surprisingly grease-stain-free pair of cargo pants, a t-shirt, and his usual bomber jacket. He passed a hand through his brown hair, still wavy with the damp, and called it good enough. After all, if he tried too hard, someone was sure to notice.
Into the Churn
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