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I moved further into the narrow hallway, and I heard Ashton asking Lincoln if he needed anything, if he was okay. It was what he always asked family.
"Lincoln!" the girls called. "Come back!"
Lincoln smiled warmly. "With that, as my little brother would say, 'I bid you farewell'." He waved in salute with his free hand, his bare ass in view, and disappeared into the second lounge.
Ashton almost smiled, his shoulders loosening, and he walked past me, texting the girls back. "Food?"
"Omelet," I replied, sliding the bunk cur
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