Aron snorted, leaning back in his chair. He mumbled something gutturally, his voice was like the sticky bitter chocolate that was served on Fridays in the cafeteria. You closed your eyes for a moment. Do you really have to work with this... An idiot!! His head was a mess of curls and curls, as always, and he had a smug grin on his face. He definitely hopes that you will do everything by yourself.
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