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Chapter 12

Cassandra

"Sissy, I don't think the place can get any cleaner," my sister says, looking around the apartment. "Seriously, it's spotless. Besides, if you keep cleaning, you're going to be all sweaty and gross when Drew gets here, and the dinner won't be done."

I stop dusting the fan and step down from the stepladder. "Shit, dinner! I need to start cooking, what time is it, Tarra?" I ask while I rush to put away the cleaning items.

"It's four p.m," she replies and I gasp.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I walk down the hall to the bathroom, my steps padding hard against the carpet. Tarra laughs in the background, her laughter echoing into the hall. "You're enjoying this way too much," I call out before closing the bathroom door.

As I remove my shorts and baggy shirt, my usual outfit I wear for cleaning, I turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm up.

As I take a step into the shower, Tar
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