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I groaned. “Why do I even bother having a house with a door and a lock? Why don’t I just sleep in the middle of Main Street?” Molly, dressed in a hot pink sweater, black jeans, and black boots with four-inch heels, turned to look at me, cocking her head to one side. “Is that a riddle? You’d get tire tracks on your ass, that’s why.”
