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He made his way to Casey's apartment, rehearsing what he would say. But when he knocked on the door, it wasn't Casey who answered. It was a young man, probably around their age, with disheveled hair and an annoyed expression.
Ronnie's heart sank. "Can I help you?" the man asked in a thick French accent. "I'm looking for Casey. Casey Harper," Ronnie stammered. The man's expression softened slightly.
"Ah, Casey. She moved out a few days ago. Something about needing a change of scenery." Panic set in. "Do you know where she went?" The man shook his head. "Sorry, mate. She didn't say."
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