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81 | a friend with drinks is a friend indeed.

SHAYLA'S P.O.V

I kept tapping on the doorbell furiously. A curious Caira snatched open the door, appearing at the doorway. I grunted and barged inside her house.

"Ugh, I swear to God, Zeke is the worst. He just wouldn't stop taunting me, telling me how I will always be alone again now that dear Cameron, my lover boy, is away now. Like jeez, why doesn't he die already? Isn't he like over fifty? He definitely should die." I made my way into her living room, barging on the nearest ottoman and grumbled. She gave me an amused glance.

"Well hello to you too

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