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individual leaves with claw marks running the length of their arms.
    “I still can’t believe she’s dead,” Madi says between bites of tortilla chips and queso dip. Cheese drips from one corner of her mouth, landing on a wave of the soft brown hair tumbling over her shoulders.
    Learning of Mrs. Spearman’s death caused her to have a craving for Mexican food.
    “Life will be less entertaining without her presence.” I snag a couple chips and head to the door, closing it. “No more lurking in the hallway for the pure joy of tormenting her.”
    “No more hate mail slid under your door,” Madi points out.
    “No more asking her if she knows where I can buy some meth.” Joking about my neighbor’s death helps me cope, because as much as I hated the old woman, I didn’t want her dead. And finding her dead? Absolutely not.
    “All kidding aside, when are you going to tell me how your date went Friday night?” Madi licks dip from her fingertips and tucks her legs under her on the couch. Poor Mrs. Spearman is all but forgotten. There's a reason Madi is here after all. “Logan says BJ isn’t spilling.”
    “That’s because BJ never showed up.” I steal the oil-stained bag of takeout chips from her hands. “Ugh, BJ. I can’t believe I let you talk me into going out with a guy named after a sex act.”
    “He stood you up?” Madi’s porcelain-smooth face turns red. She reaches for her cell sitting on the coffee table.
    I grab her hand, rendering her still. “Don’t call Logan. The situation is embarrassing enough without him teasing me about it.”
    Madi’s husband teases me about everything, especially my awkward tendency to avoid human interaction, not to mention my unhealthy obsession with Ayden Vaughn. If he knew his friend stood me up, he’d never let me live it down. That or kick this BJ guy’s ass.
    Kicking his ass … Hmmm … Maybe I should reconsider my stance on not letting him find out …
    “Fine.” Madi sinks back into the couch, reaching for a chip. “But if I ever meet the guy.” She makes a fist with her small hand and I cringe. No doubt she’d beat the snot out of that guy. Wouldn’t be the first time she’s gone to bat in my defense.
    Madi and I were roommates in college. We immediately clicked and have been friends ever since. She’s the exact opposite of me. Outgoing, talkative, not a mean bone in her body. Not once did she tell me I was making a mistake when I decided to drop out of college and pursue my dream of becoming a book cover design artist. She does, however, encourage me to return to college, change my major to something more artistic: illustration, graphic design, photography, or fine art.
    Sometimes I think she’s right. I should go back to college, learn the things I haven’t been able to teach myself. But then I look in the mirror at the girl—woman—and I shy away from the idea. Maybe I’m not pushing myself enough, but I’m comfortable with where I’m at in life. Lonely sometimes, but comfortable. And now I have Cally to keep me company.
    Problem solved.
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    During the next couple weeks I’m on my best behavior, making sure not to lurk in the hallways too much as potential tenants visit the apartment across the hall. Granted, it’s difficult, especially considering the female version of Samuel Bowers once lived there.
    Thankfully, the apartment’s been cleaned. The carpet’s been stripped away, replaced with shiny new flooring. The fabric wallpaper’s gone. The smell of fresh paint still lingers in the hallway. Hopefully Mrs. Spearman’s horde of felines are now living