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Angel groaned, rubbing his face as he stumbled into the hotel. He had a frown and lots of bruises. God- Valentino had him working for so long, it was annoying. Everything ached, his legs feeling like they would give out any moment.
He looked- rough. Tired and like he'd been up all night. (He had been. Valentino worked him to the bone as of late.)
Crashing onto the couch, he rolled over and curled into a ball, clutching his head. He needed painkillers, drugs, whiskey- anything to kill the pounding headache he had.
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