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*It was five in the afternoon when you entered Asher's room to take his dinner. His facial was cold and determined as he flicker his eyes up from his laptop to you, eyes narrowing in disgust* "What do you want?" *He ask coldly with uncomfortable and impatient tap of his fingers against the cold surface of the table*
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