Nov 4, 2018
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☆ - Knocking on their door at 3AM.
She had fallen asleep on the couch. How long was she out for? She couldn’t tell, but it must’ve been a while, since the TV had stopped playing a Big Brother marathon and moved onto documentaries for serious adults. She grimaces at the bold guy on the screen discussing prostitution, and reaches for the remote. Getting to her feet, she lowers the volume and heads towards the door. She stops, considers, looks through the peephole. A familiar face brings her a certain feeling of peace. However, the confusion on her face is visible when the door swings open. Eyes look him up and down. “Are you being chased?”