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“Seven days.” Once your vision stops spinning, it focuses on his hands in front of him. His open palm— something you’ve been intimately familiar with, under the bullshit pretense of comparing sizes— and a peace sign. “Give me a week, sunshine.”
“Alright,” you whisper, and you don’t believe him. “Seven days.”
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