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... desperately trying to ignore it.
"Vyan, Vyaaan, Vyaaaaan," Clyde called out in a comical opera-like tone, standing beside Vyan's bed—or more accurately, Clyde's bed.
"Shuddap," Vyan mumbled, his words slurred with sleep.
Clyde's grin stretched from ear to ear. "Rise and shine, my dear lord. Miss breakfast and you will be fasting till dusk."
Vyan yanked the duvet over his head, blocking out Clyde as if he were a particularly obnoxious alarm clock.
"Don't ig ...
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