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“Hi, this is Lucian; sorry, I can’t pick up my cell phone right now. Leave a message after the tone and I’ll get back with you.”


“Jesus Christ, Lucian; pick up! This is your roommate, Chanelle. You know, the one who pays half the freaking rent in this place? I don’t know what it is with your dog and full moons, but he broke into my room again last night while I was working the late shift. There are claw marks on the damned door, my dresser is sideways on the ground, and my panties are everywhere. Half of them are in shreds. The other half are drenched with what I can only assume is dog spit. I think that little bastard is eating the…”