The Sound Of Dirty Laundry
Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Ka-dung!"Mm-huh?"Caitlyn groaned as the rude racket wrenched her from her sleep. Lying on her belly, the side of her face mashed up against her pillow, she blinked her bleary eyes. She saw nothing. She dragged her fingers, pulling aside her hair draped across her face then blinked again. No good; pitch dark. To her dismay she confirmed what her internal clock was telling her: it was still the middle of the frigging night.Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Ka-dung!“Whuh the…?" She was too tired...
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