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"Yeah, yeah, his house is nice and crap," Nessa said, pressing her cell phone to her ear. She plunked her suitcase on top of the bed and sat next to it, crossing her legs. Her shorts rode up slightly and she tugged at them a little, though there was no one else around to see the skin. "Is it, honey?" Amanda responded, sounding soft yet eager to know the details. "Tell me." Nessa glanced around with mild exasperation at the room Ty had pronounced hers, the pictures of paintings on the walls that she'd completed when she was little, the bookshelf filled with her favorite books, the pink quilt stretched across the wooden-framed bed. She told h