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"Who are you?" Niall said his face twisting into disgust covering himself with the blankets leaving Linda exposed on the bed covering herself.
"You came into the room.... this is my room," Linda said grabbing her glasses and looking around, "this isn't my room.."
"No shit," Niall spit and then realized that he had made a mistake. This wasn't his beloved Zoe and the brown curls and olive had made him mistake the two. He looked up at the girl in his bed
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