“My neighbors are idiots,” she said. “They had a party or something last night, and one of their guests got mixed up on which front door to use. He came into mine and proceeded to vomit his dinner on my living room floor.” “What the fuck?” My voice was louder than I’d expected, and she jolted. “Sorry. You’re serious?” “Yep.” She popped the p. “Not the best night I’ve ever had. My landlord is having the door’s lock fixed and will get the carpets cleaned. If I could just stay at your cabin until then, that would be great.” Oh, she’d be staying longer than that. Not a chance in hell I was letting
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