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Wreckage
Cara I walk up the stairs on numb, wooden legs, and Hermia flutters behind me like a moth. "Maybe we should call Mr. Khazan, yes?" She sounds frightened, and I can't blame her. "He told me to call right away if something like this happened." Christopher can be terrifying when he's in a mood, and I can't blame Hermia for being nervous. If she saw my ex ripping my place to pieces then she must be panicking. "I don't want to bother Eros," I say quietly. It's like my voice emanates from deep inside my body and I'm watching it from a distance. I know rationally I should get Eros involved, but I just found out that he's a Greek gangster and I'm feeling a little strange about him at the moment. I live in a building with five other units. It's an old, converted townhouse. Hermia lives on the
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