#97899 - The sound of muffled pounding danced around Cherie’s confused face like rain dribbling from eavestrough. Despite having not seen her taller, fuller, and darker-skinned friend in nearly a decade, Cherie could spot Maggie’s shoulder tattoo anywhere. With a trembling hand she reached for the silver, circular doorknob.
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