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“You’re going to give everyone the impression you’re a lay-about. Do you know what time it is?”
Yulen groaned loudly. Opening one eye, he stared at the figure seated a few feet away. “Who gave you permission to come in here?”
“Don’t need permission,” MaGrath grinned. “When breakfast is served and I don’t see your shining face at one of the tables, my first thought is to your general health, which is my job as your doctor, in case you’ve forgotten. Long night last night?”
“Long night doing my job,” Yulen grumbled, rubbing his face with one hand. “What time is it?”
“Nearly nine. Everyone’s already eaten, but they’re saving some for you. Can you believe these people have never had real coffee before?” He got to his
