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Shopping with her best friend

Camille's POV

"Megan, stop whatever you're doing!" I screamed as I walked into Megan's apartment. 

She sat in her living room with half a cupcake and her laptop, staring at me with a lazy smile on her lips.  

"Hello to you too, Camille. Unfortunately, you have a deadline-"

"Who cares?! Just tell them your cat died or something," I said, rushing towards her, dragging her off the chair.  

"I don't even have a cat!" Megan whined as I yanked her towards her bedroom door.  

"Your clients don't know that. And please change those sweatpants, we're going shopping!" 

"Ooh, where are we going?" She teased as we stepped into her cottage core bedroom. 

There was a log of wooden furniture. From the bed frames to the shelves, cabinets and stools. Hell, even the floor was wooden. Megan ha

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