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... er bed like I own it.
God, she’s going to kill me. And I deserve it.
But I flew across the country, sat through two layovers, and broke into her house using a rock that honestly insulted both of us. She’s going to listen to what I have to say.
Even if she pelts me with a curling iron first.
I look around her room. It smells like her. Warm. Soft. Slightly floral. There’s a cardigan tossed over the chair, a book with a cracked spine on the nightstand, a little dish ...
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