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Lennox steps down from the stool and stands in front of Kaleb. "Write 'fuck you, Lennox' wherever you find space," he says.
Without uttering a word, Kaleb uncaps the pen and writes "I promise to follow the rules" near Lennox's collarbone.
Lennox rolls his eyes and tucks his shirt into his back pocket before returning to the stool beside me.
With another roll, Kaleb loses the bet again. He loses his second dice and reads, "Truth: how attracted are you to your client—no, this is inappropriate, Davin."
"I can explain,
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