Colby
I've been reviewing the camera footage from a week ago, and f**k me, I still see Sally leaving her room. And she had the audacity to claim she never left, that she was asleep in her room all night? The camera showed her returning, looking exhausted, her legs trembling like someone who had just been thoroughly f****d.
All this evidence points to one thing: Sally came to my room that night, and we f****d. It was no dream. A dream, my ass. She spoke—Sally actually spoke, and I still remember her voice so vividly.
"s**t!" I groaned, running my hands through my hair.
Have I mentioned that I haven't seen her since that day we quarreled, when she slapped me so hard my face stung, leaving me with a headache for the rest of the day? Even meeting Malcolm Jr. didn't help my foul mood.
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