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Hiding in my bedroom, like an angsty teenager

G: You’ll have to leave my meals on a tray outside my door because I’ll be working pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me until almost eleven o’clock.
Me: When you’ve got that figured out, can you give me a shout?
G: Of course.

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