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CHAPTER 17

Asher

For ages, et laid They’ve acted outrageously when the sex is good, buying their wo poetic words of love

Me?

I apparently cut short as to see Hannah I’ht fro if it’s “too late” to stop by unannounced

I don’t really care, though It’s been a etting bored, I’ her even hts Jacking off just hasn’t cut it for me

When I pull up to the curb in front of her house, I’ close to ood chance she’d be asleep by now I have no clue whether I’d still go up to her house if it was dark, knowing da I have to worry about She’s clearly up

I get out of iven up being worried aboutwith Hannah far outweigh the cons of having my car vandalized

I bound up the porch steps, pull her screen door open, and knock lightly From inside, the sound of the TV can faintly be heard After only a few moments, the door opens

And Christ… she looks… just awful

Hannah is wrapped up in a big fleece robe Her hair is a stringy mess, there are dark circles under her eyes, and her nose is beet red She’s holding a wad of tissues in one hand, the other clutching her robe as if she’s trying to leech warmth from it

“Hey,” she says, her voice sounding like a frog’s croak

“Jesus, Hannah,” I say as I push inside When she backpedals, I close the door, engaging the lock “What’s wrong with you?”

She waves the hand with the tissues as if nothing’s wrong with her, then she croaks, “Oh… just a cold or soht I’d be over it by now”

“You’ve been sick all week?” I ask as she shuffles back to the couch There’s a pilloo blankets sheunder, and entire coffee table overfloith cold medicines

“What’s today? Friday?”

What the fuck? She doesn’t knohat day it is? “It’s Friday night Have you been working at one?”