Instead of leading Jade back up the stairs and into the front office, Quincy walked the length of the print room and pulled open the door of a closet where they kept the crates of ink, brooms, and whatever Spense couldn’t stand sitting about the floor. There were no lights, and so Jade hesitated at the door, then she shrugged and entered. Quincy followed, claiming a place on the floor against the wall. She could see, just as the door was closing behind them, that Jade was leaning against a stack of crates. “Jack,” Quincy said in the dark. “Jack? You dragged me into a dark closet to tell me
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Only Quincy would handle emotional difficulties by calling her sort-of-best-friend to an urgent "meeting" in a closet with no lights 😂
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