Brander sat casually in the chair waiting outside of the dressing room, stroking the light stubble on his dimpled chin, gazing at the floor, lost in thought. He paused to check his watch, then resumed his solitary contemplation. He felt a tug at the edges of his lips, teasing a subtle smile that he had no idea how to get rid of, nor did he want to. It was the anticipation, awaiting something
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