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[vikki_h]

Victoria had settled nicely into her new home, renting furniture and purchasing a classy wardrobe certain to impress the neighbors. The one hitch in her plan threatened to unhinge everything: an apparent lack of support from her neighbor to the street-side right

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[jackdriscoll]

A knock interrupts Vikki’s thoughts. Outside her door, Jack Driscoll waits patiently.

[vikki_h]

Vikki does, indeed, snap out of her thoughts, and rushes to the door.

“Who is it?” she asks, looking through the peephole. Her jaw, appropriately, drops. “Jack?”

[jackdriscoll]

“Yeah,” he replies, as if having a friendly chat with a neighbor. “You mind opening the door? I have a question.”

[vikki_h]

She hesitates. He could, for all she knows, want to punch her in the face. This theory stays her hand. The door remains closed.

“Oh? What is it?”