“It doesn't matter. I'll sleep at the homeless shelter if I have to.” You wouldn't survive a single night, I think as I narrow my eyes and unscrew the cap on my drink. “There's no reason for that. You can stay with me for the rest of the summer.” “Wait, what?” Zayd asks as I stand up. I give him a frosty look. “Well, he has to stay somewhere, doesn't he? I guess he'll be just steps away from my bedroom door for the next few months.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Zayd inserts, holding up his hands and backpedaling a little. “Of course he can stay with me. We're almost sorta, kinda friends.” “I wouldn't
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