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est man. Not to mention the godd

u're not here after YOU fo

my little brother can be. Luckily, I

an in the elevator with me. Good timing, too, because apparently, the

mess, scraping at the wall padding

be real. It could also be an attempt to distract me from the fac

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her. I tap her face, but s

st, like the stitching in the dress where it b

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touch. When I hover a palm over her mou

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lips part as I get close, like she

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is situation, kneeling beside a cold, shiver

rief of it in the pit of my stomach

hat one was nothing mor

in. Check her pulse. I do it all one more time, and just when I'm wondering if I ought to be pr

mm.

r word for it. It's a moan.

c, it brings h

ng her skull against mine. She scrambles backward to a hunched seat in the corner. "Oh my God."

s into motion. Like it has a mind of its o

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standing amidst a throng of his useless, half-drunk fri

l to him that I'm coming, the little lastochka has darted out of the e

er go-f

tasted her, so her quick getawa

a mystery I c

I'm determined to

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ere you'r

ng from the six-foot-tall woman I just ran right into. She pulls her white

oob hanging out? Well, would ya look at that? It sure is. Nic

wkwardly as I shove t

ugh for me to hear. "Honestly, if I'd known they'd be inviting the

own chinchilla. But all I can muster in my current state of flustered undress is

hoe to drop. My thoughts are a

ity foll

follow

e fuck i

s, a door opens to the side. Katya's slim arm darts out, grabs me, an

she breathes in my face. "I've

of Katya. Usually,

y security guards, trapped in an elevator. And the cherry on top of the shit sundae? I comple

ing in my nightmares f

explod

eem to notice that my clothes aren't sitting right. "Y

o pull it into place. For a moment, it obeys-but as soon

en magically produces some safety pins from a box on the shelves

me. "You wanna tell me why you're running around

mirror, but of course, the utility closet is fresh out of t

a li

three-second pity party. It's all we have time

look puzzled. "But the c

ane. Am I?

nna watch your ex-boyfriend get marrie

do. Call me a masochist, but I wan

ce w

ismissively. Like that just about settles things, she opens the

n DiC

n't it be just a terrible tragedy if he and I met and we fell in l

ak it to you, sweetheart, but you're almost twent

Katya counters, sticki

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