[She smirks at him and starts heading up to the door, automatically hunching over a little as if somebody might see her sneaking around...despite the fact that nobody can because nobody's there.
She straightens up, clears her throat. Comes up with an excuse.]
My mom kicked me out on my eighteenth birthday. I'm used to sneaking around here to get my shit back and, you know, stuff.
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[She smirks at him and starts heading up to the door, automatically hunching over a little as if somebody might see her sneaking around...despite the fact that nobody can because nobody's there.
She straightens up, clears her throat. Comes up with an excuse.]
My mom kicked me out on my eighteenth birthday. I'm used to sneaking around here to get my shit back and, you know, stuff.
[That's maybe 65% true.]