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Toast to the Present
A knock came on the door, and I turned, my brows furrowed. Could Samantha be crazy enough to come back knocking after she literally had to be thrown out by security? Would they even let her in? I bit down on my lips and looked around. I was all alone, and Gray had gone to get dinner. He had been gone for close to an hour, and even though I was beginning to get worried, I didn't think it would be him. I mean, he could simply walk in. Why would he knock and then wait outside? I turned, grabbing a scissors someone must have forgotten, then slowly walked to the door. I took slow steps to the door, and I could hear movement outside and slightly muffled groan. I turned the door knob and slowly opened it, my scissors ready. Gray was on the other side of the door, holding far too many brown tak
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