The Castillo Cartel: Dear Marvin
She giggled.
“I’m sorry, who are you?”
She stuck out her hand. “Amelia, at your service!”
“Amelia?”
“Yes.”
“Okay?” I frowned, still confused about what she was doing in my room. “Thanks for introducing yourself,” I spoke awkwardly.
“I’m twenty years old, a Gemini. I can clean your room, fold your clothes, keep you company, carry you on my back, and I’ll even crawl if you want me to.” Amelia gave me a thumbs up.
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