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MEGAN
“MEG, DO YOU need more boxes up there?” Nic called from downstairs.
My room was a mess but once the weekend was up I’d have all of my things packed and ready to move to Kyle’s. “Yes,” I shouted. “I need about three more.” Kyle was going to s**t a brick when he saw how much stuff I had.
Nicole marched up the stairs and nudged my door open with her foot. I couldn’t see her face because it was covered behind boxes. She dropped them on the floor and blew out a breath. Her hair was a tangled mess and she still had on the same pair of yoga pants and T-shirt from the night before, just like me. What I really needed was a shower. We both had worked nonstop the past couple of days to get the house packed up. “There ya go, chickadee.”
I giggled. “Thanks. Are you working tonight?”
“Yep
