Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20181118225359/@comment-27624831-20181120172333

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Gabe rolled out of bed. "It's too early....", he groaned, rubbing his face. He got up, slipped on a pair of flannel pjamma pants, and walked out into the kitchen, trying to fix his bed hair.

Adela sipped her coffee, while trying to wake herself up.