She whirls around, heading back to her room, the room that they didn't share, and slamming the door, locking it behind her, she needed time to think. Rummaging through her drawer she pulls out a pack of smokes, lighting one as she headed to the balcony. Most of the time, she could care less about her health. -- .: Kevin's Apartment:.

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