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... I was doomed.
I’d just made it to the couch, a bowl of cereal in hand, ready to finally enjoy silence and—
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Not polite knocking. Not the kind of tap-tap you do when you live in a civilized society.
No.
This was the kind of banging that told you the person on the other side of the door was either a serial killer or your girlfriend.
Unfortunately for me, it was both.
"Open up, Kai! I swear on my cramps, I wi ...
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