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There’s no point to this story, Jensen thought once. No direction, no purpose, no goal – no point.
He knows now, as he slides up behind Misha’s chair in the quiet anteroom, breathing in the strange combination of smells from Misha’s coconut shampoo and spicy grapefruit shower gel, that this is the point.