“Aimee, you didn’t tell me…” she didn’t finish her words because she was hopping off the stool and trying to gather her things. “Didn’t tell you what?” I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. She gulped, holding her bag. “That this was your house.” “Why would she tell you that?” “I…I can leave. I promise I’m not here for any problems. I broke up with my ex-boyfriend… I’m in school.” She was rambling and I motioned for her to shut the hell up. “Let me see those grades… ‘cause I told you I would see you again.” Did I know she was going to be in my kitchen today? Nah. She didn’t
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