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I raised my eyebrows “And what’s that?”

“You’re not sleeping here alone anymore”

Twenty

NOAH

“Well shit,” I said, throwing a jagged piece of broken glass over my shoulder “This is a new one”

The living roo pulled out of the couch The TV was cracked — it had been cracked before, but noas completely spider-webbed — and the hundred-year old stereo I’d inherited from the previous owner of the place had been shattered into a thousand pieces

“The joke’s on the one of the speakers “I never even used it”

Chase was in the kitchen, putting our cabinets back together Not just putting stuff back in theain

“How hed

I could tellelse too: a rising anger beneath his humiliation A far beyond nor our predicament

“Fuckers!” Chase cursed from the kitchen

“What?”

“They took the beer with them”

I chuckled “Duh”

“But we just went shopping!” Chase yelled, throwing his arms up