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hen Christian smiled. Gone was the
wide-open, aw-shucks smile that made the co-eds swoon. Even the famed
steady hands were noticeably quaking.
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'Thanks.'
Christian's room looked more like a 1950s sitcom set than a modern-day
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campus dorm room. For one thing, the place was neat. The bed was made,
the shoes in a row beneath it. There were no socks on the floor [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no
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as if he'd just stepped into Wally Cleaver's dormitory.
Christian didn't say anything at first. They both stood there uncomfortably,
like two strangers stuck together at some cocktail party with no drinks
in their hands. Christian kept his eyes lowered to the floor like a scolded
child. He hadn't commented on the blood on Myron's suit. He probably
hadn't noticed it.
Myron decided to try one of his patented silver-tongued icebreakers.
'What's up?'
Christian began to pace -- no easy accomplishment in a room slightly
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