(51). Not cut for a boyfriend

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Reid is still dead asleep when I wake up. I gently disentangle myself from him, careful not to wake him up, and I sneak out of his room. Back into our room, I find Hazel still passed out in bed. The alcohol must have done quite the number on her. I shower and change into shorts and a tight tank top before I stalk out to get something to eat. The living room is quiet. I figure that everyone else is still asleep. The floor is scattered with dirt from last night; from beer bottles to cigarette butts and used party cups. I pick a few pieces and I'm about to toss them in the trashcan when Asher walks in. "Don't do that." He tells me as he pulls a shirt on. "They'll clean it after we leave." "They?" "Maintenance or whatever they're called." "It's too untidy in here but I can do without t

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