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CAMDEN
“Where the f**k is my phone?” I grumbled, frustrated. I’d thought I left it on the nightstand beside my bed but it wasn’t there. After searching around my room for what felt like a goddamned year, I gave up and continued my search downstairs. Nothing. Now was the time I really wished I had a house phone instead of just a cell.
A noise from upstairs caught my attention. It almost sounded like footsteps, but it stopped all too quickly. There was one time a little over a year ago when a girl broke into my house. I found her in my room, going through my things, n***d. One thing led to another and I ended up f*****g her. That was her goal anyway. Needless to say, she tried to break in again shortly after and I’d had enough. I had to tell her to f**k off or I would turn her in to th
