The Perfect Retribution
I crouched down and gently lifted his head from the floor.
"Justin," I softly called, gently tapping his arm. "Hey, Justin, wake up," I murmured. He stirred in his sleep, pushing me to the ground, then snuggled into my arm. My fingers instinctively brushed away his hair from his face. I couldn't help but notice that he needed a haircut; his hair was getting long.
"Justin," I called again, trying to rouse him. "You can't sleep here. Justin," I called once more, shaking him gently. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me.
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