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Dex was sick of the same four walls of his room but too lazy to get his arse to the library. Plus, he was starving. He shut his laptop and allowed himself a luxurious hour break with a promise of enjoying it if he got right back to his desk for more data sifting. Right now, his eyes were f*****g crossing.
He went searching for some sort of sustenance that wasn’t caffeine in a jar and found Jonny rooting around the cupboards in the kitchen like a rabid fox.
“Hey, mate. We have nothing but biscuits and insta-noodles in here. This is highly unsatisfactory.”
“Maybe we should suck it up and get a Tesco order. This is pretty dire.” He peered inside the fridge. Pickle, cheese, brown sauce, and something that had probably at one point been some delightful leftover roast chicken, which looke
