I couldn’t live in the same place as Angelo. I couldn’t. What little sanctuary I’d made of the apartment would be torn to shit by his presence. Hopefully, Conner would come to his senses about it. Otherwise, I’d have to make arrangements to have Bee stay at the dorms for the holidays. I’d make a point to visit her on Christmas, still a few months away. It wasn’t like we’d had wonderful Christmases at the apartment anyway, since Mom had died. It’d mostly been Bee and I sitting in our bedroom, playing Mom’s old Beatles records and drinking too much hot chocolate. Technically, we could’ve done
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