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But he doesn’t get out.

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He stands up, removes his leather jacket for the first time in what feels like months, and hangs it on the back of the bathroom door. He pulls off his shirt. His torso is soft, covered in faded tattoos that have blurred like old memories. no hot water harley dean

Harley slams his palm against the tile. “Come on! Come on! ” But he doesn’t get out

A woman’s voice, wary: “Hello?”