"Jo," Blair shouted. She groaned as she practically tripped over the sports bag in the middle of the room. Small rolls of tape spilled out and rolled into different sections of the room.
"I can't take it anymore."
"Calm down," Jo snapped. She exited Blair's bathroom and tossed her towel onto the bed. "Your stick handling has gotten better.
"Not that," Blair waved her arms around the room. "This. Your stuff. You, in my room."
Jo looked over at Blair with surprise. "Why does every one of our arguments have to come back to this?"
"Because this shouldn't be an issue." Blair muttered through gritted teeth. "I got a single room for a reason.
After spending all of those years at Eastland with you three I needed time to myself."
Jo took in a deep breath and rubbed her temples. "I don't have a place to stay, Blair," she said quietly. "What do you expect me to do? Go back and live with Mrs.
G? Or have you forgotten that she moved?"
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