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LILY
A door squeaked open, waking me from my drunken stupor on the couch. I blinked as light flooded the living room from the kitchen behind me.
Sitting up, I peered over the back of the couch, eyes narrowed against the bright overheads. My buzz kept me from focusing for a few seconds.
Haley dropped her bag onto the table, tossing her keys to land beside them.
“How was your date?” I asked even though her scowl stated it hadn’t been good.
“Another asshole narcissist. It’s like I’m a goddamn magnet for the fuckers!” She grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and uncorked it while I considered her sour mood.
Haley seriously couldn’t catch a break. Every time she finally gave into the need to find a real date rather than mere hookup, shitheads came out of the woodwork.
She shuffle
