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"Your cat is glaring at me," Abby accused as she walked into the kitchen of the home we used to share, that she now rented to me at a ridiculously low rate.
"She's not glaring." I attempted to diffuse the situation. "That's just the way she looks at people."
"She never looks at him that way," Abby thumbed Seth. "She looks at him like he walks on water."
"Smart cat," Seth grinned. "It's because she's a female," he bragged. "The ladies can't resist my charm."
Sam had just walked in from the living room and caught the tail end of Seth's comments. "So, you and Shorty here finally banged?" He ruffled my hair when he used the nickname that he knew I didn't like.
"Stop calling me that," I snapped at him, likely more annoyed about the negative answer to his question than the moniker. "And
