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Klaus
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Kersen stood and offered Klaus his hand, then led him out of the office, down a flight of stairs and (after a key-code locked entry) into the small studio apartment down there, even sparser than his office, but with a couch and bed and small kitchen.
"You're not lightheaded are you?" he asked suddenly. "There's some orange juice in the fridge..."
Kersen stood and offered Klaus his hand, then led him out of the office, down a flight of stairs and (after a key-code locked entry) into the small studio apartment down there, even sparser than his office, but with a couch and bed and small kitchen.
"You're not lightheaded are you?" he asked suddenly. "There's some orange juice in the fridge..."