Harry stumbles back from the window in a fit of coughing that turns into laughter and then back again. He runs his hands over his-- Feuilly's-- face, his hair.
What the hell kind of Labyrinth trick is this?
He pokes around until he finds some clothes: trousers, shirt.
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Harry stumbles back from the window in a fit of coughing that turns into laughter and then back again. He runs his hands over his-- Feuilly's-- face, his hair.
What the hell kind of Labyrinth trick is this?
He pokes around until he finds some clothes: trousers, shirt.