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second night, firm knocks landed on my door.
“Avery.”
His voice came from the hallway.
“Open up.”
“No.”
“I’ll break it down.”
“You will not.”
Then I heard a key turn.
The door opened.
He stood there with a master key in his hand.
“You had a key this whole time?”
“It’s my house,” he said simply. “Of course I have a master key.”
“Get out.”
“No. Not until we talk.continue reading …
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