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fifteen “You f****d up.” These were the first words she heard the next day and they came from the most unexpected of visitors. Nya had been drying her hair when the pounding on the door started, and it didn’t stop until she opened it. She was still blinking in surprise at Kristof who stood on the other side of her threshold. “Are you just gonna stand there and gawp at me?” he asked. “I said you f****d up.” At some point in the night, she’d crawled into her bed. Nya only knew that because she’d woken up there about half an hour ago. In an attempt to find some normality in her topsy-turvy life, she’d showered like this was any other day. But it seemed unlikely she’d find it when she had virtual strangers standing at her door scowling at her. He pushed her aside and marched in. “Uh, excu
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