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I caught my eyes, popped them back into my face and went back to work. The rest of the day was uneventful, and I snuck out before Jamie could corner me and reenact the Spanish Inquisition. I reached my apartment and collapsed on the couch. Mr. Smith took his usual position on my lap and proceeded to share his fur coat with me. “Mr. Smith, you won’t believe what happened to me today,” I murmured.
The day got longer when I heard my doorbell ring. I groaned and dropped Mr. Smith off my lap so I could answer it. I was surprised to find a flower delivery boy with a large bouquet in his hands. He looked past me at the chaos that was my apartment, and I closed the door a little so he’d focus on me. “Are you Miss George Trammel?” he asked me.
“Um, yeah,” I replied.
“These are for you
