Phoebe Donovan is not a happy camper.
Not that she even likes camping anyway. She and the wild life don't get along.
Seriously, Chicago. There aren't many people that are able to get on Phoebe's nerves but her landlord is definitely one of them. Honestly, you don't pay the rent for four months and suddenly being alive is a crime! She promised she
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It's pulling at her until she feels it won't be contained within her rib cage.
She sucks in a deep breath as sways to the side, the thong in his hand entirely forgotten. Her legs threaten to give out and she steps forward before they betray her.
I shall call him Squishy, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my Squishy.
"ZOMG! It's you!"
Yes, Peter, you have a tiny blonde clinging to you like a peg now.
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Peter blinks, frozen in place, arms up, the little pink thong still dangling from his fingers. He reaches up with his free hand and pops out his other earbud, as if somehow not having music will make him understand what's going on here any better.
"If by... the guy who just got your underwear to his face, if that's who you mean, yeah, it's me. Otherwise, miss, I got no idea what you're talking about. Sorry."
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Except that one time she went with whole grains at the grocery store. Health is important.
"I am going to take VERY GOOD CARE OF YOU."
Surprise?
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