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FIFTY We Were Once Friends

"What are you doing, and where am I? I freaked out. I clenched the duvet tight to cover myself.

"Wooo! Sorry, reflexes. I'll come back later. My housekeeper was the one who removed your gown last night!" Harry turned around but also turned back. "You're in my house, by the way!" and sprinted before closing the door.

'What? In his house? I thought he was renting a unit at Sitara Tower?' I uttered inwardly. I hastily walked to the built-in closet on my right side and slid the black wall. I rummaged through the hung clothes with my hands, looking for something to wear. I took a deep gasp when I couldn't find any. I searched for some shirts in the drawer and picked up one of Harry's t-shirts, the black one with a skull print in front. If this was his house, then a hundred percent, these were his clothes.

The shirt became a one-piece with each hem ending in the middle of my thigh when I put it on. I had no choice, I didn't have anything to wear in this place. I just brushed my brunet
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