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Prompt: You have a key to your ex'es apartment. You decide to snoop around when he/she unexpectedly comes home. You hide in the closet. What do you hear? What was I doing in his closet? It smelled of cheap and cheesey aftershave. I wanted to throw up. How did I get hooked up with such looser as Peter? He took anything of value from my apartment when we broke up. I was back to get what was mine. Noises in the living room alerted me. Aw crap I thought, he's back. I closed the closet door, but could hear every word Peter was saying. "Of course I can get it from her." Already trying to hustle some other girl I mused as I listened in. "You don't know my ex. It will be easy. She doesn't even know I hid it at her place. All I have to do is lay on the charm. The necklace will be in your hands in the morning, I promise." I heard Peter hang up the phone and go into the shower. The water was running when I eased out of the closet and snuck out the front door. I didn't exhale, until I was driving away. Peter hid a necklace in my apartment so it must be hot. And it must be the one I found, cleaning out his stuff. Pawning it seemed like a good idea this morning, but now I'm glad I didn't. The police are going to get an anonymous tip and find the necklace on Peter. After he charms poor little ol' me of course. |