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... more than a basic sleeping bag—she threw it down right in the middle of the hall.
The house did have a bedroom, sure, but for whatever reason, she decided she was going to camp out in the common area like some kind of hobo.
I didn’t ask why.
She offered to share, and I blinked at the thing on the floor like it was a riddle.
The problem? She had one bag.
She caught my expression and clicked her tongue. "Ugh—what, you thought I carried an entire shop’s worth ...
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