[It's less than a minute's walk to her place--when she said around the corner, Angela honestly meant it. Her apartment building is the first one they hit when they turn the curve. It's a nice one, a brownstone, and she leads him up the thick stone steps and into the doorway away from the rain where she tugs him towards her so she can taste the remnants of whiskey on his lips.
There's still one more door and another set of steps to get to her apartment, but that can wait.]
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There's still one more door and another set of steps to get to her apartment, but that can wait.]