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After another sleepless night Wade had dragged himself out of bed that morning and changed into one of his favorite onesies. Screw anybody who might drop by, they should know by now that he wore whatever the hell he felt like wearing that day. He was tired, even after he'd taken some Oxycontin his skin felt like it was on fire and he was in desperate need of some kind of distraction. So he had turned on some Celine Dion.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly when he found himself with a lap full of one Cassia Davis. He wrapped his arms around her small torso. “Not the distraction I planned on having but fuck, it does beat wallowing in self-pity while belting along with Celine,” he replied while he pulled his hoodie back and tilted his head to kiss her.
