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Electroclash had totally not accidentally extended her nap into actually sleeping in her office. That was completely preposterous and absurd and absolute bollocks and... things. She just looked slightly disheveled for other, perfectly explainable reasons. Which were none of your business.

The door was open today, and the counselor was in. Nursing a cup of tea and checking the latest news on the computer. Looking awake.

That chair was mighty comfortable to sleep in.

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