Sunday Storms

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In a flash it's already morning. I take a glance at him and his messy blonde curls draped over his eyes. It looks absolutely adorable.

I kiss his head and head back home. My heart thumping with joy and energy as though acid was pumping in my veins.

I stop in the middle of the empty road I look at the note tapped to my front door.

"I know what you did you little h#$*"

Who the hell would say this? No one was at the party, Who would still be?
I rip the note off the door and toss it behind the door. I don't really care.

And dig for my key in my purse. Where is it?!! Screw it. I finally find it and unlock the door.

The place is a mess. Papers scattered everywhere. I head up stairs to the bathroom and turn on the hot shower water. Then it shuts off. The power the water everything.

It's 4:00 pm and I'm getting scared. When in doubt,





Call Duke.

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