Alina follows him to the spare room in question and makes for the closet to grab the blankets.
"I'm glad one of us knows, 'cause I was winging it like crazy," she says, plopping down on the edge of the bed. She toes her battered sneakers off onto the carpet and flops over backward. She knows she's going to regret sleeping in her fishnets when she wakes up tangled in them, but she'll deal with that when she wakes up and not a moment sooner.
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