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Easton

I

wasn’t planning to come back to Jackson Harbor until Sunday, but after seeing Professor Douche with his . . . whatever she was to him this morning, I couldn’t wait to talk to Shay. Not that she replied to my text messages.

I thought about going to her apartment, but if there’s anything I’ve learned during the last couple of weeks, it’s that Shay doesn’t spend much time there