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Taylor sat perced on the edge of her bed, trying to be ultra careful in painting her toes bright blue and yellow as she only had the use of one hand. The toe separators felt weird... she couldn't remember the last time she had done something like this. Her hair was piled up in a messy ponytail on top of her head and her face was slathered in a light pink coloured goop that was supposed to be a pour cleaning face mask and cheesy pop songs from the early nineties were playing over the speakers of her iPod docking station.
She glanced up at Sam with a smirk. "So, are you goin' to tell me what's goin' on with you and Riggs or maybe admit to be that you're datin' Six? I couldn't put my finger on which path I should be skippin' down in the supermarket."