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It was Sunday and my plans consisted of laundry and taking a personal day, which meant no bra, no pants, and binge watching Netflix. I was several hours into my blissfully uneventful day when Ash texted. There was no way I was going to tell her what had happened at the garage and give her a reason to come back here. I hated lying, but sometimes, it was necessary. Ash: Made it home and slept all day yesterday—how’s it going there? Me: Great, been nice and quiet, watching Versailles Ash: u sure? No new sightings or information? Me: Nope, like I said, things have settled down Ash: k, tell me if that changes Me: Will do! When I walked into work the next morning, Cat was sitting nonchalantly at the front desk. “Where the hell have you been?” I whispered harshly at her. She had been absent for t
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