A perfunctory knock sounded at House’s apartment door and House waited a few seconds, then heard Wilson holler a hello. “In here!” he called back. He was standing at the washing machine located in the alcove just off of the kitchen, studiously reading the label on the bottle of detergent. The gym bag lay at his feet and the clothes had been
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DON'T APOLOGIZE, JUST WRITE MORE AND MORE AND MORE.
That was.. so.. good.
I'm dizzy and I love you.
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*O* Love this part... was so cute *-*
...well I love all the fic...girl you are my idol
I really enjoy your work *O*
...you're AWESOME!! *O*
kisses honey ^^
bye :D
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Very fun read :D
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