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“I am the definition of tired. Forget an actual explanation, dictionaries now have pictures of me under that word,” Forrest remarked as he took a seat at the counter then proceeded to rest his head on his arms. Honestly, the universe couldn’t have picked a worse time for late nights past to kick his ass with fatigue. “Cy-guy, can you please make me some coffee? I’ll sing your praises or sell you my soul, take your pick.”