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"Booker, bro, get out of my window before I call the cops," she sighed, rubbing her temples. He climbed through anyway, dropping onto her bed like he owned the place. "Man, fuck the cops. Why you block me?" She shot him a glare. "Because we're done." He side-eyed her. "Who done?" She closed her eyes and took a deep br...