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A Script (Of Sorts):
[It’s dark outside, long after working hours are over. We see a bus stop sign-beneath the sign is a bench. WILSON sits on the bench; obviously, he’s waiting for the bus. The wind has picked up, and it’s tousling WILSON’S hair, ruffling the legs of his slacks. He looks a little cold and a lot forlorn, and he’s staring out into ( Read more... )
[It’s dark outside, long after working hours are over. We see a bus stop sign-beneath the sign is a bench. WILSON sits on the bench; obviously, he’s waiting for the bus. The wind has picked up, and it’s tousling WILSON’S hair, ruffling the legs of his slacks. He looks a little cold and a lot forlorn, and he’s staring out into ( Read more... )
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Oh, House and Wilson, will you ever fix things, or will we have to continue doing it for you?
Also, I look forward to eventual makeup sex. You're writing, that, right?
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Ip-Od. hehehe.
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Thanks!!!
or what i like to think happen is Wilson got on that bike! (eg) ;)
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