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... head from side to side with a rather comfortable expression.
Right behind her was... *Sniff... sniff...* like a cockroach enjoying a grand feast, rolling around on my bed — on *my* bed, mind you, an important detail to note. She wrapped herself in my sheets, her eyes glinting sinisterly. "It smells like Arthur..." she murmured strange things. I let her do whatever she wanted — if she's happy, I suppose it's fine.
Shifting my gaze back to Evelyn... she's the more normal one, I gue ...
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