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"Wait wait wait. Anata. Wait."
"What?"
"The walls are thin. Your brother will hear us." A beat. "Hey. Is that Irish Spring?"
(In the bedroom next door, Izuna throws a pillow over his head and rolls over.)

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"Wait wait wait. Anata. Wait."
"What?"
"The walls are thin. Your brother will hear us." A beat. "Hey. Is that Irish Spring?"
(In the bedroom next door, Izuna throws a pillow over his head and rolls over.)
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