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“Holy crap!” I sputtered, wiping the water from my face. I looked up to find Muffin standing over me with an empty bucket. “You saved my life.”
“You burned down my apartment,” she growled, tossing the empty bucket to the side.
Distant sirens had Muffin doing her I-need-to-escape dance.
“You called the cops?” she hissed at Piñata.
“I called 911. The building is on fire!”
“You know cops give me hives!” she exclaimed.
“Go hang out at the diner down the road,” he said. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Muffin barreled down the sidewalk.
“Hey!” Piñata called to her. “Get a paper and start looking for places.”
“I thought you were already looking for places,” I said, eyeing him in suspicion.
He rubbed his jaw. “Let’s just say I’m biding my time.”
“You could have escaped several tim
