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... ortal woman in her mid-twenties: small, neat to the point of obsessive, and decorated with the kind of generic inspirational quotes that made me want to vomit.
"Live, Laugh, Love" stared at me from above her couch as the two males – Derek and his friend, whose name I hadn’t bothered learning – dumped me onto the cushions with all the grace of falling rocks.
"Jesus, he’s heavy," Derek grunted.
"That’s what happens when you actually have muscle," I muttered.
Melissa ...
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