Meg banged the door of Heather’s studio. After what seemed like forever, the light in the hallway was switched on and Heather opened the door. She was wearing a grey dressing-gown, her hair was very messy and she rubbed her eyes.
“Meg? What are bạn doing here? Do bạn know what time it is?” Heather mumbled sleepy.
“I need your help. Can I come in?” Meg asked agitated and before Heather could decline she already entered. “You gave me something to get through my first night. It really helped and I was wondering…”
“If I have more? Of course I do, but couldn’t bạn wait until morning?...
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