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My heart is still in my throat as I check the peephole to see who knock. Somehow, I feel relieved. 

I roll my eyes before I answer. “What do you want, Logan? I thought I already made it clear that I don’t want anything from all of you.”

“You must be hungry. Tennings said you might burn down the whole apartment if you’d try to cook. I’m hungry, and I hate greasy Chinese food, and I’m tired of pizza every day. I can try some simple meal, you know?” Logan says. 

It’s tempting, and I can’t eat sandwiches every meal, but I want to be alone right now. I...