We both looked at him. He had his hands on his hips above his Sam Brown belt. The look on his face was so disappointed. I hadn't seen it in a mirror, but it had probably looked worse an hour ago.
I ended up on the other side of it, on the area rug. I turned in Nathaniel's hands, so that I could glimpse Damian's face. I can't do this. You're fine, in fact you're .
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