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“The utility bill comes right out of your pockets, just so you know,” Lamb says. “What? Thirty years of life and you still haven't figured out how to wash yourself?” “Ever hear the one about pots and kettles?” River bites out through chattering teeth. He's hot-and-cold all over. “I don’t think I can stand.” Lamb starts unbuttoning his shirt. River watches him, a little dumbfounded, and he snorts. “You might like playing mermaid, but I’d rather not take a swim with all my clothes on.” “It’s not like they couldn’t use a rinse.” “Oh, but I've already washed them this month, I’m not due ‘till next Christmas.” He’s wearing a stained white vest underneath. River averts his eyes; it feels almost voyeuristic to see him without all the layers. Lamb reaches for the showerhead. “Are you trying to become an icicle? Jesus, it’s colder than a witch’s tit.” “It felt good,” River mumbles, drowsy. “You’re getting water all over the floor.” Lamb scoffs. “Hopefully I'll slip on it and save myself this whole trouble. Now stop squirming unless you want to give yourself more brain damage.”

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