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Triple, Venti, Soy, No Foam Latte – Part II - Evelyn Chartres
Even in the dark, Evelyn had no trouble seeing the trail of blood that led from her doorway and ended at the bed. She never considered taking him to his room, despite it being closer. “Is there even a bed in there?” Evelyn wondered, seeing how she had never been…