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CHAPTER 80: What Crawled Up Your Ass

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-12 23:57:55

The drive to her apartment was short and about fifteen minutes through the quiet back streets, the city lights smearing across the windshield in wet streaks.

When we pulled into her complex, the parking lot was half-empty. She parked in her usual spot which was crooked, of course and killed the engine.

“Home sweet shithole,” she said, unbuckling. “Come on. I’ve got wine and leftover pizza in the fridge so keep it in mind we’re not going to bed sober.”

I followed her up the concrete stairs to the third floor, the familiar smell of old carpet and someone’s cooking hitting me as soon as we stepped into the hallway.

Her door was the same chipped dark green it had always been, the brass numbers 3B hanging slightly crooked.

She unlocked it, pushed inside, flicked on the light but didn't step in.

Instead she froze and I bumped into her back.

“Mia..?”

“What the fuck,” she let out, voice flat and taken aback because right in front of her eyes Amelia was standing in the middle of the living r
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