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Ang was even more silent than normal when she walked into the living room, her hair was a wet messy knot on the top of her head, and once again I was gifted with the girl I remembered.
No makeup.
An oversized T-shirt.
And a pair of sweats I could have sworn I'd noticed missing from my room two nights ago when I did a load of laundry.
"Those mine?" I pointed at the black Under Armour sweats and waited for her to deny it.
Instead, she shrugged a shoulder and said, "Maybe."
"So you're stealing from me now?"
"Borrowing," she corrected. "If I stole them, that would mean that I left the house with them with the sole purpose of keeping them for myself." She rubbed her nose and sat cross-legged on the couch, barely hiding a yawn behind the back of her hand. "All right, we have to be o
