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All he wanted was a long, hot shower and a long, deep sleep.tMeaning that whoever this pissed-off brunette was, whatever deal she’d arranged with his flaky mother, they could talk about it after he’d scrubbed the jungle from his skin and rinsed the shampoo from his hair.t”What do you mean it belongs to you? It can’t belong to you. I just rented it,” said the girl aiming that pink blow-dryer right at his heart.tIf he wasn’t so damn exhausted, he might find that funny. She was holding the thing as if it would protect her. It was a blow-dryer! He nodded at it. “What do you plan to do with that thing, honey? Style me to death?
