ㅤᴅᴏᴏʀ ⋮ A18

@❛ youngho seo。 euphoric irises are fervently kissed with sheer adulation, amiable umber orbs entwined with a comportment of desire that could be considered anything but gossamer. sedulously are the pure daisies of an unalloyed existence tainted—palatial petals are corroded by an esurient yearning that embosses the senses pitch black. a demure esse is inordinately obfuscated, and the girl is rendered helpless in her very own idyllic arcadia. sultry breaths leave her windpipe and the frame containing a heart thumping all too ardently becomes deluged with perplexity. she...loved this man, correct? otherwise she would not be partaking in such a thing, such close proximity. but were he not to love her, then—

that stupor of incertitude is filched from yein, and the loud thump of her lover falling to the ground in his trance draws a soft chuckle from her, bringing her elbows back to support her weight on the couch before she swiftly sits up—how she could only further adore this man in his drunken state. "oh, honey..." a skittish smile adorns her prismatic visage as she places her hand upon the male's. getting up from the couch does she kneel down beside him, tossing his arm around her frame as to support him as best she can upon standing. their form is precarious, and yet utter longing and zeal takes the two to the woman's bedroom, the cream sheets and duvet of her bed immaculate in their very being.

ushering her drunken lover to lay upon her bed does she claim her spot atop him, a sedulous kiss amorously pressed against the latter's lips. her hips are pressed against his own and, with tiny bubbles of air between their liplock does she garner an idea. "c-can... can youngho daddy close his eyes for me, pretty please? and part his lips?" the endearing shades of carmine set across her flustered countenance only darken at the nickname leaving her lips, though there are no qualms of interlocking her tiers with the private eye's once again as her coveted command is met. a sloppy kiss is paired with a wet muscle that slyly slips past dainty tiers in search of his own wet tongue and eyebrows are furrowed into the peculiar embrace of ardor, yein clutching at the male's shirt. exuding a tiny whine against her beloved's lips does her other hand search for his own to clasp for comfort, giving a gentle squeeze.

@❛ yein jung。 ‘endearing’ and ’submissive’ were two traits not all too common coming from such a stubborn young man set in his ways and determined to get exactly everything he set his mind to. although in some special instances upon a rare blue moon would he open up a little more of his innermost feelings and let down his heavily guarded emotional walls just for certain special few people– one of which he was deeply enamored with for so long that whenever he thinks of the word ‘love’ all he can manage to blurt out in recognition is that lovely girl’s name; jung yein. she was always heaven on earth, a light shining amidst darkness, the taste of honey that drips from aching lips just trembling with the ache for more. whether youngho liked it or not, that gorgeous angel writhing beneath feverish forces was able to change him in ways no other could. so many times had he come to such realization yet always tried to bury those feelings inside. tonight there could be no resisting it however.

as the hands on the clock ticked on by, agonizing second after second, the air between their bodies grew abnormally sweltry. red hot blood boils within flexed veins. soon his chest begins to rise and drop desperately, the pair engulfed by humid breaths that gently graze against sweat glazed complexions. the male’s own somber gaze embedded in sullen yearning locks onto those luscious lips of scarlet practically taunting as they pull and purse together to form speech. like a budding rose of pain, even the most simplistic utterance was beautiful upon her visage yet piercing in the way it jerked him into succumbing. for that innocent angel was a wicked temptress in disguise and, just this once, there were no qualms of being her prisoner.

lazily does youngho yank the end of a loosened tie from round a led throat and let it drop to the floor, struggling to assist the removal of his shirt. his drunken haze leaves him unbalanced and neediness trembling as he works in vigor at loosened those final few buttons. instead he unfortunately teeters off the edge of the couch and lands flat upon his backside. a guttural grimace echoes throughout, tone raspy and exasperated. “! yein!” the poor soul cries out and can only bother to extend up a limb, hands making grabby motions for his lover to drag him off the cold hard ground. plush lips purse out to form an adorable heart shape while that same hand reaching towards yein wanders off focus, tenderly grazing fingertips back and forth across the sensitive expanse of her exposed thighs. “i’ll give you a sweet treat if you help daddy to bed. okay, pet?”

@❛ changmin shim。 her back meets the coldness of the bare wall with a small whine at the fervid liplock, lithe digits entangling themselves within the officer's raven locks, eyebrows furrowed into the kiss. her countenance is heavily saturated with endearing hues of vermillion upon the precious teardrops of her chest being set free for the male's all-seeing set of eyes. plush, swollen lips hungrily dance against changmin's own tiers with fervor, gentle sighs exuding past those lips into their shared action of intimacy.
"o-officer, it's not fair if i'm the only one being undressed..." is delivered from past her lips upon given the chance to intake sweet oxygen again, elicited very much like a precious whimper that becomes disturbed upon the change of focus from those voracious lips threatening to engulf her entirety in a bout of delectable lust. the foreign pleasure sends a jolt of frenzied static through her frame, and trembling, pink lips emit breathy mewls of the male's name, barely audible.
"but i'm not... i-i'm probably not as good as other women..." already self-conscious about her body, let alone the small size of her chest, do yein's chocolate-kissed irises peer down at the latter with a soft gaze, a cute pout upon her countenance as thin fingers tug ever so gently at his soft locks.

@❛ youngho seo。 with plush lips grazing against the sultry skin of the male's neck, now marked, yein can't help but laugh softly, hot breath and the vibrations from her voice spreading across the expanse of his skin - he just seemed all too endearing and submissive in his inebriated state. the apples of her cheeks are dusted with their very own alluring shade of rose at the husky breaths elicited by her beloved atop her frame, to which she can only further yearn to taste the expanse of his body, trail lithe digits over it. she's practically ready to dig in once more, deliver wet kisses and nibbles against that gorgeous canvas begging to be tainted and claimed, though a jolt of delectable electricity spreads through her lower gut and overtakes her senses at the piquant friction between their cores. a throaty whine leaves the lips at the flood of enjoyment, to which her hips unconsciously ripple against that force, legs spread apart for further invitation.
i need you too, youngho. so badly. delicate words leave yein's mouth in breathy sighs, digits untangling from dusky tendrils to tug at the private eye's collar, fervently loosening that silken tie before undoing the buttons of his shirt. you can have me all you'd like.

@❛ yein jung。 thick brows furrow with utter frustration at the girl’s blatant taunts, not particularly happy to be on the receiving end of such teasing behavior when caught up in a terribly desperate carnal desire.
f– fine. nevermind. the male slurs as he hoists himself up off the girl’s petite frame just a mere few inches to leave. that is until being lured back in by the tender touch of each plush cushiony kiss. the sensations send tingles all over as yein’s helpless drunkard is unable to resist how he shivers from the process of being claimed by those same rosy lips he’s grown so fond of.
honey, please! it tickles.. elated giggles slip past parted simpered tiers which gradually blend into soft moans of ecstasy just barely whispered. cheeks soon are tainted with a deep crimson as the private eye so oddly feels sheepish– perhaps even embarrassed that yein manages to ellicit such reactions. amidst sultry yearning that grows ever so rapidly he further pushes their bodies flush close together, grasping onto either thigh so he may guide her legs to further spread apart thus allowing plenty space as hips undulate against his lover’s core with painstaking pace.

@❛ youngho seo。 ah, y-youngho—the fervid at that patch of skin on her neck emits a faint whimper from the girl, biting back at plush lips at the display of affectionate possessiveness. all at once are murky desires within her heart set ablaze with zeal for passionate yearning, though the sentimentality tearing yein apart is pacified for a long moment in brooding over just how far apart the pair had been these last couple days in which yein had come to harm and dislike herself, blame herself and even fantasize the end of her life. guilts pangs in her chest with a hefty weight and burden—how could she have thought of forfeiting, as if she could forget of the man before her she held so dear?
oh, geez... marking me already? a soft laugh leaves her lips at the bout of cheek-squishing before the demure girl is left at a loss of words, settling on threading slender digits through the male's raven locks to pull him near for a lengthy, feverish liplock, hungrily nibbling at saccharine tiers in a domineering manner until the sweet taste of refined alcohol and treacly sugar meld together. with swollen lips having parted for air, brushing against youngho's endearing set, yein elicits a husky, shaky breath at the man's electrifying touch just under the thin fabric of her tshirt, eyebrows knitted together in an inebriating mixture of discomfort and hazy pleasure. it's all too clear to see where this is headed with both their sensuous, muddled yearnings interweaving together, and yet she can't help but tease the private eye who had typically always been very gruff with her.
you need me? need me how so? in what manner would you like to...have me? carnal whispers are delivered against the sensitive flesh of youngho's ear as yein delivers a sultry swipe of her wet tongue against the lobe before giving a gentle tug, teeth grazing against that delicate skin. chaste kisses are peppered against the expanse of his pale neck before yein settles upon a patch of skin in working on dainty artistry, with vigor as if to reciprocate the marking made on her just earlier—hums of gratification leave the lips as the girl's teeth mercilessly run against that blank canvas in further tainting it.

@❛ yein jung。 so much for studying. that evening youngho had other plans in mind for his darling little pet and they did /not/ include hitting the books at any point. the sudden affection and neediness was only so strongly drawn out over the course of their past few days being full to the brim with somber tensions and dangerous close encounters; not the fun sort either. it all reminded him just how easy it was to lose the ones you love. in a much more sober state the male put up all his emotional walls and had been trying to distance himself from yein, noticing how strangely and melancholic she had been acting lately. drunk youngho after a whole bottle and a half of jack daniels thought different.
because i– he tries to fess up yet continually succumbs to the urge for every tender wet kiss he places upon her soft skin, having left quite a deep purple spotted mark just over the crook of her neck. a wide illuminating smile spreads in admiration of his handiwork before hiccuping with gleeful laughter.
i want you yein. i mean who wouldn’t? look how cute you are! the male can’t help but to squish her cheeks together, aggressively smothering the poor student who likely would fail whatever class she had thanks to his antics.
i do. i need you.. whispers out as the fingertips drag an earnest touch down along her body to then slip beneath cotton fabric and carefully caresses the teardrops of her chest. again he speaks just under a hot bitter breath, lips merely grazing against her own to tickle with each word. may i have you? please? i’ll be gentle.

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@❛ youngho seo。 like—her precious lips are hardly given a chance to speak, and the girl winces at the rough grasp before anything, a hearty whine nearly escaping the depths of at the change in behavior of the man before her. she found it all too intoxicating, it all felt so wrong yet so right, and so she quickly becomes a prisoner of that euphoric bliss threatening to engulf her. furrowed eyebrows are knitted together as yein’s arms coil around the private eye’s neck in keeping him close to her warm body, countenance dusted over with endearing shades of light carmine.
what? you drank because—and her breath and words are stolen all over again, a breathy sigh that practically comes out like a moan eliciting past plush tiers at the odd, tingling sensation the male was delivering, those bewitching lips working upon the canvas of her skin.
y-you weren’t lying when you said you needed me, hm? the girl can’t help but tease a bit in referencing earlier text messages the two exchanged, despite being in this situation in which her voice already waivers, sultry breath already tainted with obvious raggedness.

@❛ yein jung。 like what exactly? like this– as soon as the words slip out past swollen roseate lips does the male’s grasp wander down along the sides of her body until coming to a halt at the hips. such a strong clutch tightens with merciless strength then begins marching forth, guiding the girl over towards to cushiony sofa of the living room. they both plop down together as his weight entraps her beneath him with no way to escape. one kiss is hardly enough. in absolute passionate fervor he pushes his tainted kiss against creamy white complexion and peppers the entirety of that gorgeous visage with sloppy tender smooches.
i drank– he mutters between kisses, reaching along the sharpest edge of her jawline. because i– mh, you.. before that sentence can even be further explained he’s already too focused on smothering the poor tenant with affection, gently on a special spot upon the crook of her neck.

@❛ youngho seo。 you’re still so snarky even when you’re like this, huh? upturned lips exude a tiny laugh of amusement as the girl brings her arms outward to wrap around the male’s frame, pressing a gentle kiss to precious lips that lingered with the treacly taste of alcohol.
of course i did. is that even a valid question? besides...why were you drinking?

@❛ yein jung。 still leaning against the doorway he soon comes teetering forth, bumping directly against yein’s petite frame as he clutches at either shoulder to regain some balance. nervous laughter fills the room as the blissful giant is dragged along inside to safety.
that’s never bothered you before, now has it? he sneers with a wicked grin spread from ear to ear. both arms instantly coil around the small girl to engulf her in all of his tender love and warmth, squeezing tight. did you miss me, honey? hm?

@❛ youngho seo。 with a gentle twist of the doorknob does yein come face to face with the clearly inebriated private eye, a sheepish chuckle eliciting past her lips as she presents her lazy look for the late night in her t-shirt and dolphin shorts, a mechanical pencil tucked behind her ear from her studying session.
you really came, huh? keep it down, now. people are probably trying to sleep. she can only coo at the sight of the male, giving a gentle tug into her apartment before she shuts and locks the door behind his figure.

@❛ yein jung。 upon stumbling throughout the corridors does youngho finally approach his lover’s front door, leaning against it’s cold wooden surface as he viciously knocks over and over and over again.
honey, i’m home~! open up please! he shouts at the top of his lungs, voice raspy as ever and slurred in blatant intoxication.

@❛ yein jung。 yein's meek plea is effectively swallowed by changmin. the small young woman beneath him simply speaking in her dulcet voice has his sense of dominance enroach over her. pinning her against the wall, the officer's tongue ebbs along the shores of yein's lips, his kiss remaining fairly sweet in comparison to his other hand, busying himself with unclasping her bra. once her s bound free from their confines, the officer pulls away for just a few moments, wolfish eyes gazing at her bare mounds before returning to the conquest of her inner cavern. he initially fondles her s with his palms, finding their size to be smaller than most of the other women he's slept with in the past. feeling the weight of s in his palms once again and the accompanying sigh of a beautiful woman was all he needed.

fulfilled with yein's taste for the moment, he releases her tiers with a subtle smack, not bothering to wipe away the mixture of their saliva collected on his lips before his lips fall to her s. "you're so beautiful, baby girl." he murmurs huskily against her pink bud. experimentally, his tongue traipses around her a few times, flicking across and around until finally accepting it beyond his lips. he emits a brief groan while ling at her sensitive flesh before releasing it with a lewd pop.

@❛ jimin park。 tying an apron behind her back, yein hands one to her partner before eyeing the ingredients laid out across the island table in her kitchen.
so, do you have much experience with cooking, jimin? i was thinking we could split up the entrées—one person will handle the tteokbokki and the other will handle the sundubu jjigae. we can make dessert if we have enough time.

@❛ yein jung。 "see? told you." the male murmurs in direction of his younger brother, playfully reaching out to give his ear a pinch. youngha dismisses it with a small scrunch of his nose, only for his arms to wrap around (what they could) of her frame. "you're welcome, noona." the male nods. it's about time for taemin's to encircle around her instead, holding her body close upon his own with a secure embrace. the tips of his fingers shift to collect any locks that may tickle her visage in order to clear it, tucking the loose strands behind her ear as his chin tucks upon the crown of her head. "naeun and gunhee are well, yes. everyone else," taemin's tiers press into a thin line, emitting a soft sigh. "it's been hard, to put it lightly. but we'll be okay. we'll all be okay." he murmurs, almost in attempt to reassure himself.

@❛ taemin lee。 endearing chocolate irises peer at the little boy’s face before locking eyes with the older of the two boys, yein nodding her head. “i love bagels, so there’s no worry.” her eyes fall back to youngha, lips upturned at how adorably he presented the sweet gifts, though there’s a quick pang in her chest at the reveal of the seemingly innocent teddy bear—it pains her to realize that she’d have no longer have anyone to spend nights with, no one to coddle through the dark, only being replaced with a mere, inanimate toy. she takes the stuffed toy into her arms with a small, “thank you,” tears glistening in her eyes. “i appreciate it so much, you two. so, so much. i think this is enough for now.” that smile of hers is bittersweet, and she firstly gives the younger brother a tender hug before standing to her feet, motioning taemin up with her before she embraces him as well. “has everyone been faring well? naeun, gunhee, even the other tenants?”

@❛ yein jung。 as both, smaller, hands extend towards taemin, he extends the bag for youngha to take before the younger extends it to yein. “well, i wasn’t sure what you liked so i got a lot of things,” “i suggested a bagel with cream cheese on the side,” taemin interrupts, to which youngha continues. “yeah, but that’s boring. that’s in here, but i picked out some chocolate and candies, lots of sweets. oh! and my favorite, dr. pepper. i also got —“ he reaches into the bag, tugging out a teddy bear to also extend. “you can hug this when you go to sleep.” emitting a chuckle with a fond smile, taemin takes this time to observe his surroundings with a hand gently pressed upon the female’s back. despite the news, it wasn’t too messy - perhaps it was because things may have been so fresh. crouching down besides yein, his hand rubs upon the expanse of her back in attempt to ease and comfort, only to lean in with a quiet mutter. “do you need anything else?”

@❛ taemin lee。 her lips are shivering in their very wake upon the delivery of an embrace she had not realized she yearned so badly, every bit of comfort enlightening her soul just a tad bit. her arms coil around taemin’s frame in reciprocation for a short moment as she gently shakes her head in response to his words, not wanting to brood over the events. once inside her complex, yein briefly shuts and locks the door, lips upturned ever so slightly at the usual, bubbly behavior emanating from youngha. “thank you, youngha. what did you bring for your noona?” she crouches down beside the boy in affectionately ruffling his locks.

@❛ yein jung。 a look of consolation is clear upon the male's visage as the door opens, eyes immediately in search of what seemed to be assurance that yein was taking care of herself. it catches the complete opposite, however. he's taking in the disheveled locks, puffy and swollen eyes, clothing not even straightened upright within her stride. "hey," he nods, only to take a step forward upon invitation. his free arm is extended to encircle around her fragile frame, gently tugging her against him in that of a gentle embrace. "i'm so sorry to hear the news." taemin whispers upon her temple, only to gently release her to advance into the room. "we brought some snacks, noona!" youngha exclaims excitedly as he's set upon the floor, clapping his hands together. "i picked them out myself."

@❛ taemin lee。 despondency. that world of intricately woven fake smiles and so-called happiness drowns the girl before she is pulled from the depths of that abyss when she hears a somewhat expected knock at her door. that splintered and fragmented glass realm makes way for just a moment and yein gets up to open the door unaware of just how disheveled she looks in her state. “...hey,” she greets the familiar faces with a soft voice, forcing a small smile that could be easily seen through with the eye. her hair is a mess, eyes red and puffy, underlined with dark bags. her cardigan is barely set across her shoulders, it being clear the girl had not been taking care of herself, let alone had she rested ever since the news of the last incident. “why don’t you two come inside for a moment?”

@❛ yein jung。 eliciting a quiet sigh, taemin looks at the door with youngha in one arm and a bag of breakfast sandwiches in the other. his tiers press into a tight-lipped line, expression sorrow. being an empathetic, the male couldn't imagine how yein was feeling for he, himself, couldn't imagine losing his lover. yet, she lost both - one being the murderer himself. "we're gonna try and make yein noona feel better, okay?" he whispers towards his younger brother, only to gently knock upon the door.

@❛ youngho seo。 an idée fixe of the perfect cohabitation and companionship stirs in her mind as the musical layout of her wretched life slows to the marking of /da capo/—/poco a poco ritardando/. with her own actions, the graphite music notes across the blank treble clef flow like smooth ink in rewriting her life. that black-hearted mindset within the girl implodes and splinters like a glass world of lies as she gives in to her large proclivity for the astounding man before her.
you know what i mean, seo youngho. her cheeks of rose quartz threaten to flush with an even darker shade of effervescent salmon that harbors zealous passion on the level of tchaikovsky’s 6th symphony, “pathetique,” named after the ardent heartfelt of passion itself. the quick pacing of her plump organ within her tiny frame reflects that state all-too well as her body is pressed up against the private eye’s own frame that seemingly lures her in by each excruciating tick of the clock. those pure, doe eyes of hers exuberate innocence like never before, though the magic of the girl’s quirkiness makes it all too clear to see that ardent glare of lust and need within her marble orbs of luscious chocolate.
i want you to take me, make me yours. standing on the tip of her toes, yein presses a gentle chain of loving pecks against youngho’s jawline in slyly emphasizing her yearnings for his touch, his love, his everything.
...please? finally, that lightness of her pleading voice spills out, a faint whine, in a last attempt to capture the male’s heart.

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@❛ yein jung。 just as she had forgotten about their normal way of life which the pair blatantly had grown attached to, so did youngho. all this time the private eye was consumed by the tragedies and countless theories tossed amidst suffocating panic that this poor soul lost sight of what minuscule shred of happiness the resident at apartment 108 always managed to share with him. no doubt that these two unlikely peas in a pod were always battling away to the twisted passionate sonata which only they themselves could perform. for what felt like eons without the bittersweet ingratiating release of freedom with jung yein, finally the two could just be. no more stress, no more worrying.
what– words barely find gaps of air to escape between their sultry exchange, swollen lips humming against her own in a faint ticklish fervor. what do you mean.. your “all”? albeit already having a good idea to what she was hinting at, the male tilts his head off to the side and beams an icy hot gaze down upon those iridescent doe eyes while a hand carefully rests upon the small of her back. without hesitation he pulls her in flush close to the point she might sense how quick his heart beat from within a broad chest.

@❛ yein jung。 @❛ naeun son。 upon releasing her neck, baekhyun felt the insatiable urge to wipe his hands against his pants as though to remove any traces of this confrontation— he had came as a volunteer to solve the case that plagued their apartment complex, but he was leaving now with more insight on his own friend than he was comfortable with holding. naeun felt that he was badgering her? she was the one who had uttered unspoken name and wrapped his fingers around her neck. behind his eyes he could still see the devious smile she held, as though challenging him to try her. lithe digits still trembling with which he had grasped her, he snarled at her, voice laced with indignation. "fine." at this point, he could do nothing more than capitulate. she was right; at this point, they had no physical evidence that could be used to convict her. she was going to continue hiding behind her alibis, knowing that there was no possible way to prove them. "i'm leaving," he announced, despite the desire inside him to carry on. his gaze flashed to naeun, his so-called partner despite the fact that it was clear where her loyalties laid. "naeun, are you staying?"

@❛ naeun son。 @❛ baekhyun byun。 razor-sharp incisors gnaw at plush, roseate tiers in an attempt to stifle the most diabolical grin that threatens to engulf her usual, benevolent expression—a sinkhole of pitch-black desires that included a proclivity toward meddling with lives like mere toys. “to dominate and to be dominated,” are the simple words that circle her thought process as she momentarily places herself in a situation of possible endangerment. it was not as if she hadn’t expected baekhyun’s snarky attitude through the built-up tension, as well as naeun’s efforts to ease the scenario which seemed like mere child’s play. she yearned for those lithe, perilous fingers around her airway, restricting that flow of oxygen little by little until she could seemingly no longer test her limits. to be cornered and wrecked further, black-hearted desires and emotions ruthlessly trampled upon until none could be left but a mere speck of dust, a mere lone star in the twilight blanket of the obsidian, night sky. those incandescent, umber irises seem to bubble with glimmers of effervescence as she scans over the medical student’s visage of condemnation in its purest, most bitter form—a chuckle that magically intertwines exuberance alongside wickedness escapes from past those parted lips that seem to whisper all the right and wrong subjects of temptation. “it doesn’t matter what i or those i’ve loved have done, nor what we are deemed capable of. the matter of fact is that my alibis have yet to be proven. while such dark behavior can bring the arrival of many questions, i remain innocent until proven guilty.”

@❛ yein jung。 @❛ baekhyun byun。 she sank her hardened enamel in the cushion of her tongue, etching to bite back a gasp as yein provokingly inched baekhyun's hands to confine the circumference of her column daringly. she could notice the ticking in baekhyun's visage as it reddened, and the sly expression yein had written on the dainty canvas of her visual. just as yein had known all too well, naeun knew baekhyun wouldn't dare lay a singular bruise on the woman, even if she did infuriate him to no end, though the careless personas of each stunned her. she felt herself lose tension in her body as baekhyun backed away, her unspoken wish becoming alarmingly clear in her mind; she wanted to leave as baekhyun presented her with that inquiry. she hadn't expected to be torn in between the middle of their obnoxious argument that increasingly leveled from being pugnacious to physically and emotionally draining from both ends. despite so, she felt despised from those that she once joked around with on the daily in the lounge; baekhyun because he somehow found fault in her actions of heeding to yein's aid, yein because she arrived with intentions to issue answers out of the woman as she viewed her as a suspect, than to instigate as her best friend. her position juxtaposed itself and she was clueless as to her next step, so when she flickered her eyes to yein with apologies written in, she turned to baekhyun with a defeated tone. "let's just go check out her alibis on the camera feeds, leave her alone. if you feel unsettled with her being alone, then i'll stay, but before we accuse her, we should see if her alibis corroborate. this is just pointless badgering."

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