What the? There’s someone in my apartment? Silently she cocks her gun creeping forward for high heels clicking out of linoleum tiles. She enters the kitchen. What the? What are you doing here? Her voice called in harsh although there are some bit of relief underlying it she sees you cooking. How did you get in to my apartment? I never gave you a spare key. Answer me now! She looks like a furious chipmunk you can’t help but laugh. Stop laughing I mean it! Tell me how you got in. Hmmph!
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