shlumped bleary-eyed Oliver out of bed, down the
hail, and into the bathroom.
Splashed some water.
Swished some mouthwash.
Gave his front teeth a passable brushing.
In a gunkless corner of the soapy silver soap
dish.., in a fogless smidgen of his father s foggy
sha~ing mirror.., right there on the hot water
faucet, for heav...
faucet, for heaven s sake.., he saw it!
It was BIG.
It was BAD.
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