[leaving your victim incriminatingly lying in your own room is probably not the smartest move, but it's not really like she has a reason to be stealthy around here. So... she heads for the door, scooping up her CDs and player once she opens it.
And then, before she heads on her way, she gives him one last little glance over her shoulder]
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And then, before she heads on her way, she gives him one last little glance over her shoulder]
...Don't die, Little Dude. That would suck.