I push past the door and its hinges creak ever so slightly in resistance. I haul us both over the threshold and inside her room, and as soon as I do, the cockatoo starts chirping loudly and boisterously flapping its colorful wings in excitement.
And the sight of them only makes me want to sprint out of here and go find that bastard, Malone, and choke the living daylight out of his lying, conniving, gambling-addicted ass.
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