“Where are the towels?”
Izzie finds her a little later, a sopping wet dishtowel in her hands. With some hesitation, Meredith asks, “Why?”
“Accident with the punch in the kitchen.” Izzie replies, cupping her hand around the edge of the towel that almost just dripped onto the floor.
“I’ll get them,” she tells her, rather than explaining where
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I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing hun!
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great fic.
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I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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This was good though. Very in-character. And I'm saying this without having read GA fic for over two years. Seriously, this was very, very good. :)
Love your Cristina, too.
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Seriously? Two years? Wow. That means a lot that you read this then.
Thanks you so much! I'm glad you liked this!
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I'm hoping there's another one that'll follow this. Hee. :)
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But no, sorry, this is it. I've only ever been any good at one-shots, I figure why try my luck.
I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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You are too sweet hun! I'm really glad you liked this and thanks so much for reading and reviewing!
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