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Marissa reached the house a few minutes later, the bike
parked outside.
She entered by way of the front door and looked around,
only to raise an eyebrow.
The place was clean, as if nothing had happened in there
at all.
And surprisingly, she didn't care, or just dismissed it as
someone had obviously cleaned it up for her for when they came back, as she
tossed off her jacket and half fell onto the couch, covering her eyes with her
forearm.
Marissa... a voice seemed to whisper, just as her
eyes closed and she fell asleep.
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