Devin“Danica,” I called, sweeping my eyes through her, “This is a surprise. When did you arrive?”“Not long ago.” She opened the fridge and brought out a bag of chips, tore it open and started munching as she sat on the counter. “You didn't see my car out in the garage?”I made a face, leaning against the wall, folding my arms across my chest, “Since when did you start parking your car in the garage?”She thought for a while, then shrugged, “Hmm! I guess I've changed.”Yeah, sure, she has. She looked different. Something was off with her. I know it, but I just can't prove it.“So, what brings you here?” I enquired. ““What do you mean?” She asked me back, still seriously munching on her chips.I tilted my head, “Come on, Dan, something's wrong. We both know it. Because you coming here of all places at the start of the semester? That's not the Danica I grew up with.”She stared blankly at me, “You do re
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