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Shane Tourtellotte Kellie Kramer locked the apartment door behind her. Surely her evening’s companions—she hesitated to call them friends—weren’t pursuing her. The gesture still made her feel a little safer. The light she switched on illuminated much of the studio apartment and banished the worst of her feelings. Ona’s girlfriends weren’t bad people, as such, but they followed Ona’s lead, and in concert that produced a lot of peer pressure. Nothing explicit, but too strong for Kellie’s comfort. She put some water on and had changed into pajama sweats before it began boiling for her nighttime herbal tea. This was