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When I walked into my house, Ellie was drinking a beer on my couch with a bowl of chips. She nods at me like a 40-year-old man watching a football game, one leg over the other beer grasped between two fingers and her arm just barely able to relax comfortably at the back of the couch. I grab my own beer and take a seat next to her. "So, dish with the details I need to know everything!" She turns to me and looks at me like I'm her own personal romance novel. "Whatever do you mean?" I say sarcastically. She scoffs, "Between the party, work and apparently otherworldly being attacks, I have been behind about the life that is Samantha." She sips her beer slowly waiting for a response. "What attack?" "You don't know? I'm not sure what exactly happened, but on my way home from the night shif
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