When we arrived at Nikki's house, I got out first. I grabbed my bag and admired the house, noticing how beautiful it was. For a college house, it looked very homey and comfortable.
"Let's go," urged Nikki, ignoring the shiver that ran through my body.
I followed her along the path; she opened the door to the house and let me in first, then she entered and closed it. The house was exactly the same as it had been a month ago, and I knew the cleanliness was due to Nikki. She had been complaining that the guys didn’t clean up a damn thing and that she was constantly picking up their mess from everywhere.
I had laughed in her face, saying she sounded like my mother, but right now, looking at how huge the house was and the work it must have taken to clean it, I felt sorry for her.
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