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Hunter laughed a little, glancing back at him as they made their way upstairs. "Ain't that why it's called a quickie?"
When they reached the top, this time without any interruptions, Hunter led the way to her bedroom. She cracked the door open, peering inside briefly as if expecting something to jump out, before heading inside. She held the door for Gray, closing it once he was in.
It looked a lot less lived in than her room at school, but the mess was generally the same. There were still bits and pieces that showed definite signs of Hunter, but they were few. Dirty clothes were kicked into a pile by the end of her bed, and sprawled out in the pile of filthy laundry was a large german shepherd.
"Someone my dad invited down there is allergic, they got her locked up here all day," the blonde said sympathetically, crouching down a bit as the dog hopped up and made her way over to meet her. "Only difference between me and her is that I have to come down and eat at the table, right Bella?"
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