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Morning After

Every sound that I made felt too loud. The house echoed as I padded towards what I thought was the living room. My recollection of last night was vivid in my mind, except the part on how I had to get out. My toe hit a table and it took every ounce of self control that I had not to curse. This is what I got for my efforts. For my recklessness. A nicely veiled fuck you from my own guilt. Cautiously, I looked back, Julian's form not stirring through the open door. Thanking my lucky stars, I crept towards where I thought my clothes were. At least I could recount where I had lost most of the items. Well. What was left of them after being shredded numerous times.

Grabbing the shredded pants, I jiggled into them, hissing softly at all the open flesh left from the holes. My bra was next but I couldn't find my torn shirt. Cussing under my breath I decided to leave it and just pull on my boots. This was traumatic enough. How Mikaela managed to do this on multiple occ

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