Emma walked into the apartment, the cuffs of her baggy denim jeans scuffing under her Doc heels. She let the door close gently behind her and slumped against it, the solid wood shutting out the rest of the world. Emma opened her eyes. Huh. No bike. Max was probably out enjoying herself. Yey her.
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Emma at home and Wet Dog )
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