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When it comes down to making decisions, Daisy's always been good at doing them in the blink of an eye and dealing with the consequences later. After all, that's basically the morale of every love story she's gone and gotten herself into. Bags packed, outfits with her, makeup and everything she owns, there she stands outside Max's door, in her prettiest character she can embody.
"Max Carrigan, open up," she hollers with intent, a grin on her face as she perches right on the frame of the door and just waits. This has to do something for her, she figures. Living alone did nothing and living with a stranger had been even worse. She misses Georgia desperately and she believes that if nothing else, having a friend as a roommate ought to tide her over until she feels the need for change again.
"Max Carrigan, open up," she hollers with intent, a grin on her face as she perches right on the frame of the door and just waits. This has to do something for her, she figures. Living alone did nothing and living with a stranger had been even worse. She misses Georgia desperately and she believes that if nothing else, having a friend as a roommate ought to tide her over until she feels the need for change again.