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AUBRIOT LEANED HIS forehead against the shower stall as the hot water streamed over his shoulders and down his back. His muscles ached from the day’s work, but not too badly. Others like that weakling, Kes, would be in worse shape. He smiled, recalling the punch he’d given him when Cherry had run off to his cabin. It was a few years ago, but the memory was fresh and he relished it.
He would have liked to punch him some more. It would have taken the edge off his anger and frustration, but Cherry had made him stop, threatening to give him the silent treatment forever. He’d done as she wanted yet she’d barely spoken to him for ages afterward.
So much for giving in. He should have carried on punching while he had the chance. It wasn’t like he could hit Kes now for no reason.
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