Victoria agonized over whether or not to open the door to her apartment. She was in her pajamas, her makeup was off, and more importantly: she never let anyone into her apartment. The deciding factor, ultimately, was a concern that the idiot at her door might walk drunkenly into traffic.
“Jeremy,” she said when she answered, and then, before he could say anything: “You’re shitfaced.”
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