Sorry this is late...blah, blah, blah...personal shizz...blah, blah blah...you know how it goes. LOL
So, as per usual, won't make you read a boring A/N. Thanks to susayq for being an awesome beta.
We don't own Twilight.
"Ow, Alice, you're cutting off my circulation." I whined miserably, as she tugged hard, again, on my black corset. I pushed out my stomach as far as I could to prohibit her from making me completely unable to breathe, but she was freakishly strong and just pulled harder, causing my stomach to collapse back in.
"Pain is beauty, my fair Bella," she replied, tugging one more time and then tying the loose strings in a bow on my lower back. I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest, wincing when I felt the tightness of the offending garment.
"Give me your tail," she demanded, reaching over my shoulder as I handed the plushy item back to her.
"Don't stick me in the ass with the pins, Alice," I warned, as I felt her stick the safety pin into the material of my skirt. She clipped it closed and then I felt the weight of the tail hang down and hit the back of my thighs.
"There. Perfect," she said, as I turned and walked over to the tall mirror housed on the back of her bedroom door. I turned side to side, examining myself in my Halloween costume, and grinned madly.
Damn, I look good. I hope Edward isn't wearing tight pants, or he'll be in a world of hurt all night.
I fluffed the curls in my hair and slipped on my cat ears, then fixed a smudge of my thick black eyeliner with the tip of my finger. After slipping on my black stilettos, I nodded in gratification and headed out to the kitchen to help Alice set up for the party.
Much to Edward's dismay, Alice had hijacked his apartment to hold her annual Halloween party. After she initially had told him about it, he ranted for a week about having tons of strangers in his house, leaving rings on his glass coffee table and having sex in his bathroom.
Yes, my boyfriend was a bit of a neat freak.
Alice finally appeased him by promising to dress me in something provocative and tight...with really high heels.
After that, he didn't seem to mind so much.
While Alice and I got ready for the party, cooked up some party snacks, and decorated the apartment, Edward and Jasper had gone out to bring back the keg and gallons upon gallons of alcohol that Alice had sent them out for.
"Do you think we need more vodka? Should I have Jazz pick up a few more bottles?" she fretted, as she dumped a bag of pretzels into one of Edward's expensive glass bowls.
"Are you expecting a bunch of drunkards, Alice? I think five bottles is plenty. Especially with the keg." That seemed to placate her, and she scurried around for the next half hour, fixing decorations and putting on her costume while I pilfered through Edward's music collection, loading up a playlist acceptable for the party atmosphere.
When Alice finally emerged fully decked out in her costume, she looked nothing short of amazing. Her short, strapless, glittery green dress seemed like it was made especially for her petite body, and made her normally short legs look like they went on for miles. She had caked on glitter wherever she possibly could, and topped off her look with sky high heels and fairy wings.
"We're a couple of hot bitches," I giggled, as she pranced over and sat on my knee, looking at the music I had already picked out.
"You've got that right," we heard from behind us, and turned to see Jasper in the doorway, arms loaded down with bags. He was either a ninja in a previous life, or we just didn't hear him over the music.
"Where's Edward? You didn't have to trade him to the liquor agency in exchange for the alcohol, did you?" I asked, as he walked over and pecked Alice on the top of her glittery head.
"Nah, he went in search of the maintenance guy to see if he has some sort of cart or dolly so that we can lug all of the stuff up here. How much alcohol do you think we're going to consume, darlin'?" he asked Alice, motioning to the bags on the floor. "That's only a fifth of it."
"Always be prepared," she sang, already up and starting to arrange the bottles on the makeshift bar she had created in the corner of the living room.
About 10 minutes later, the door swung open and Edward rolled a silver cart through, loaded to the brim with more bottles.
"Jesus, Alice, how much do you think we're going to...well hel-lo there..." he greeted when he saw me. His eyes traveled up the expanse of my legs and over my torso, lingering a little longer than normal on my shoes and my boobs, which were all but falling out of the top of my corset.
"Hello yourself," I said with a wink, walking over and kissing him quickly before helping him unload the cart. "Seriously though, Alice, this is a lot of liquor. Just how many people did you invite?"
"Yes, Alice," Edward spoke up. "Just how many people are going to be invading my space tonight?"
She sighed and shook her head. "Will you guys just trust that I know what I'm doing? I have everything under control."
I laughed and turned to Edward. "Speaking of invites," I paused, not really knowing how to break my news to him. "I may or may not...haveinvitedJake."
He stopped what he was doing and stared at me. "I'm sorry, what? You invited who?"
"Jake," I huffed. "I'm sorry, Edward, but I didn't really feel like I had a choice. I was talking to Angela at work about the party, and he overheard. I couldn't NOT invite him. I didn't want to be rude."
He scowled, and I knew he was furious, but did he honestly think that Jake would try anything with me while he was here?
"Jake has been...different," I continued. "I don't know, it just seems like ever since we got back from Washington, he's backed off. Maybe he finally got the message that I'm not interested."
"Does Alice know?"
"Does Alice know what?" she asked, popping up behind me.
"That Bella invited Jacob," Edward replied, the slightest tinge of venom lacing his normally perfect voice. He huffed and walked away from us, presumably heading for his bedroom.
Alice's head snapped to mine, a mix of disappointment and confusion gracing her glittery face. "Bella...why would you do that? I don't mind...but you know Edward. Even if you were attached to his hip the entire night, he would still worry."
I frowned, looking away from her and out the window. "I know. I didn't mean anything by it. Like I told Edward, Jake has been different, and he overheard me talking about it. Edward has nothing to worry about with him."
"I understand that. Truly, I do. I honestly don't mind him being here. There's always such a thing as second chances, but I wasn't the one that got in a fight with him. Edward just worries about you. He wants to keep you safe. That's what matters to him."
"Everything will be fine, Alice. I don't think he'd actually try anything with me. This is Edward's apartment, for god sakes. Plus, I really wouldn't touch him with a 10-foot pole."
She sighed and draped her arm across my shoulders. "It's not me you need to convince." She shoved me in the direction of Edward's room. "Go on."
I knocked lightly on his bedroom door and pushed the door open. "Edward?"
His back was to me when I got in the room and my mouth immediately went dry when he turned around. A green tight t-shirt was stretched across his broad chest, emblazoned with 'ARMY' in thick black letters. His legs were encased in baggy camouflage fatigue pants, with black lace up combat boots on his feet.
The door clicked shut and I took a few steps toward him, pushing all of my thoughts about how delectable he looked aside for the moment. "Edward, listen...I didn't invite Jake to piss you off, I hope you know that. My hands were tied."
He grunted at me and stuffed his hands in his pockets in reply.
I rolled my eyes at his decidedly male gesture, but made a few more steps towards him, pressing my body into his.
"Edward," I cooed, snaking my arms up around his neck and into his hair. He made no move to pull me closer to him, like he usually did, so I pressed myself up against him even harder.
"Now, you listen to me, Edward Cullen," I snapped, my voice getting higher and bitchier by the minute. "Do you see this?" I asked, waving the hand that my ring was on in front of his face.
He nodded slowly in response, still not making any moves to wrap his arms around me.
"This is YOUR ring. By taking it from you, I promised to love you, and ONLY you. Do you honestly think me inviting Jake would mean that I was going to let him touch me? No. I only want YOU to touch me." I lifted up on my toes a little bit and pressed my lips to his ear. "Touch me, Edward."
He pulled one hand out of his pocket and rest it on my hip. "Bella," he said quietly, "If he even so much as looks at you in a way I feel is inappropriate, I'm kicking him out."
"If he's inappropriate with me, I'll LET you kick him out," I agreed, leaning up to kiss him. "I'm going to marry you someday, Edward. Don't forget that."
He pulled away and his mouth twisted up into a smirk. "Speaking of marrying me, how many wedding sites has your mom e-mailed you? I got eight this week from mine."
I rolled my eyes at him. As soon as we had called Renee and Esme and told them about my birthday and the promise ring, they immediately dove into wedding planning. We had bitched and complained about technically not even being engaged, but they continued to flood our inboxes with articles like, '25 Ways to Make your Wedding a Unique and Memorable Event,' and 'Going Down the Aisle in Style: 10 Tips to Choosing Your Perfect Wedding Attire.'
I was five seconds away from changing my e-mail address and moving so that she wouldn't have my address either.
"Too many," I replied. "We're eloping in Vegas. Elvis is marrying us and I'm walking down the aisle in a short red minidress."
"We can be on a plane tonight. Just say the word," he laughed.
"And Alice would never speak to either of us again," I said, imagining the wrath of little Alice. She may have been small, but she was a force to be reckoned with.
He leaned down and nipped at my shoulder. The feel of his lips and teeth on my skin made me want to throw him down and have my way with him, but I refrained. There were people just outside of the door, and like I told Edward on my birthday, I was not an exhibitionist.
"I wouldn't care," he admitted, raising his head to look in my eyes. "I just want to be able to call you my wife. Hell with everyone else. It's not their life. It's ours."
If he kept talking like that, I might have booked the plane tickets myself, but...the rational side of me stepped in and told my irrational self that I really did want a real wedding; with flowers, my dad walking me down the aisle, and Edward waiting for me at the end in a tux. I wanted all of our close friends and family to see how much we loved each other. I wanted to go dress shopping with my mom, Alice, and Rose and have them fuss over me. I wanted all of the frilly, girly, wedding things that every girl dreams about. As much as I was starting to really want a marriage with Edward, I wanted the wedding of my dreams to celebrate it.
I even had my very own Prince Charming.
When Edward and I had finally rejoined the party, the living room was already starting to fill up with guests. We navigated our way through, my eyes peeled the entire time for my brother. He had kept his costume a secret, even from Rose, and I was dying to see what he had picked out.
As I crossed the living room on my way towards the kitchen, I heard someone wolf-whistle from behind me. I turned to see Rose, dressed as a perfect Marilyn Monroe, walking in our direction.
"Well, don't you look like a slut," she grinned, giving me a hug. "How are you stranger?"
I grimaced at her question and hugged her back. I hadn't been spending as much time with her, and I felt extremely bad. She and Alice saw each other almost everyday, since Alice was working for Vogue, but it had been about two weeks since I had seen my sister-in-law.
"Good, where's Em?" I inquired, expecting to hear him since his voice tended to carry.
She pointed over my shoulder and laughed. "Over there with your future husband."
"Not you too," I sighed, and turned around to look over my shoulder.
"Hey, facts are facts," she said with a shrug. "It's not like it's a surprise to anyone."
I shrugged and focused my attention on my brother. The minute I laid eyes on him, I doubled over in laughter. He was very...green.
Emmett was dressed head to toe in green pants, green shoes, and a green shirt. He had painted a plastic chest protector green and had painted it like a shell. An orange thin bandanna was tied over his eyes and he had a pair of nunchucks in his hand. He was dressed as his favorite cartoon character growing up...Michelangelo from the Ninja Turtles. And it suited him very well.
Still laughing, I made my way across the room to where he was demonstrating his less than stellar ninja skills to Edward. I was seriously afraid for the state of Edward's apartment once Emmett got a sufficient amount of alcohol in his body. We needed to confiscate his weapon before then, or all hell would break loose.
I got to them and wrapped my arms around Emmett's waist in a hug. "Please don't hurt anyone with those, Em," I laughed, squeezing him around the middle.
"You're just jealous of my mad ninja skills," he yelled and started flailing his arms about.
"My older brother, ladies and gentlemen," I deadpanned, rolling my eyes.
Edward reached out and grabbed me around the waist, pulling and tucking me into his body, his arm slung lazily over my shoulders.
Emmett half smiled, half scowled in our direction. He still wasn't 100 percent okay with me and Edward's relationship, but he softened up a bit after my birthday and he realized that Edward wasn't going anywhere.
"So, are you guys shackin' up yet?" he said over the increasingly loud music, taking a swig of his beer. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow in my direction, waiting for my answer.
"No, Emmett. We are not 'shacking up'," I said, making air quotes around my head.
Though we definitely weren't living together, the nights that we spent apart were few and far between. We normally alternated between my apartment and his, each of us already claiming closet and drawer spaces. Almost half of my work wardrobe had made it's way to Edward's closet and there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't trip over one of Edward's shoes in my walk-in. We had seamlessly woven ourselves into each other's daily lives and routines without realizing it.
"Well, why not?" Alice questioned. "I mean, you're here all the time anyway, why not make it official?"
"And do what with my apartment, Alice? Selling it would be such a pain in the neck," I pointed out.
She shrugged and smiled. "Sublet it to me. I need my own place anyways."
I looked up at Edward and smiled. "What do you think? Do you think you can handle living with me?"
He laughed. "Are you kidding? First of all, I've lived with Alice here and back home in Washington. If I can live with her, I can live with anybody."
"Hey!" she yelled, punching him in the arm.
"Second," Edward continued, "Bella, I'd be thrilled if you moved in with me."
My eyes grew huge and I looked back and forth between Alice, Edward, and Emmett. "Shouldn't I like...think about this? Are these kinds of things decided this sudden? I think I need to sit down," I said, leaning into Edward more.
"Wait, who's moving in with who?" Rose asked, coming up on my other side. "Is Em moving out? Cause then I could take his closet, and that would be fantastic."
Emmett stuck his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pouty face. "Thanks. Thanks a lot Rosie. Love you too."
"Bella is moving in with me," Edward chimed in proudly, pointing his thumbs at his chest. He had the most beautiful, giddy expression on his face that I think I had ever seen on him.
"I just...I mean..." I huffed, threw my arms up in defeat and laughed. "Oh, what the hell, Alice is right. I am here more often than not. Alright, I'll do it. I'll move in."
As the night wore on, the apartment was overflowing with guests; most of which I'd never met. Jacob did eventually show up, much to Edward's disappointment. That, in turn, kept him glued to my side all night. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without having to play a game of 20 Questions. It didn't help that the liquor was flowing in mass quantities, so my trips to the ladies' room were quite frequent.
"Edward, you have got to relax. Jake hasn't said one word to me since he's been here. I think he's finally given up. He even brought a date."
He chugged his beer, glaring in Jacob's direction. "I don't trust him as far as I can throw him."
I rolled my eyes and scanned the room for Alice, wanting to talk to her. I spotted her in a far corner, practically eating Jasper's face. They were all arms and legs and it looked dangerous to even be anywhere in their vicinity.
Okay, never mind. Not going to be a casualty of that battle.
Finally, I found Rose in the entrance to the kitchen talking with someone whom I assumed was one of her co-workers.
"I'll be right back," I said to Edward, slipping out of his grasp.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice almost frantic.
"Edward," I sighed, taking his face between my hands. "I love you. And I love that you watch out for me, but there is such a thing as being too overbearing." I gave him a quick kiss and just as I turned to walk away he grabbed my wrist.
"Wait," he said, as he spun me around and pulled my body tight against his. His arms wrapped around me and he pressed his lips to mine in a way that told the entire room, or more importantly, Jacob, 'She's mine'.
In a daze, I broke away and headed over to Rose, who rolled her eyes so hard I thought they'd fall right out of her head. "Why doesn't he just pee on you? It would be more effective," she snarked, reaching over to refill her glass.
"He means well, I guess," I replied, glancing back at him. He was deep into a conversation with Jasper, but kept looking in my direction.
"I know he does. Anyone can see that he would hang the moon for you, but don't you think he should tone down the heroics a bit? It's not like Jacob is going to try anything with you in the middle of a crowded room with your boyfriend ten feet away. Just...talk to him about it, Bella. I went through the same thing with Emmett, and it's better now. He learned that I can take care of myself."
"Yeah," I said, taking a sip of the strong cocktail she placed in my hand, "I'll talk to him. Though, I don't want him to completely cut the possessiveness out...it's kind of hot," I admitted, remembering the toe-curling kiss he had engaged me in just a few minutes prior.
"Bella," I heard Jake's voice call out. I could see him approaching out of the corner of my eye and I froze, knowing Edward was watching. My eyes locked with Rosalie's and I silently begged her to stay with me. She gave me a quick nod, letting me know she understood.
"Hi, Jacob. How are you?" I asked tentatively, offering him a small smile.
"Good, good," he answered, reaching back and pulling his date up beside him. "This is Leah."
She stumbled forward, her drink splashing out of her cup. "Geez, Jake, thanks."
"Hi, Leah, glad you could make it" I said with a wave. She was phenomenally beautiful, with long black hair and tan skin, dressed up as a Grecian goddess. I almost felt inferior in her presence. She smiled genuinely at Rose and I, and the feeling dissipated a little.
"Jake here really didn't give me a choice," she laughed, nudging him.
He shrugged and flung his arm around her shoulders. "Just didn't want her missing out on a good time, that's all."
I hummed in agreement and watched him whisper something in Leah's ear that made her blush and giggle.
"Anyway, thanks for the invite Bella," Jake said, making an obvious show of grabbing Leah's ass as they turned to walk away.
"What...was that?" Rosalie said from behind me.
"That," I replied, turning to face her, "Was someone hanging onto delusions of grandeur like his life depends on it. And here I thought he was over it. He's trying, in vain, to make me jealous. He must think I'll change my mind if I see him with another girl. Bitch, please."
Rose barked out a laugh and poured each of us a shot of tequila. "I'll drink to that," she said, raising her glass. "Cheers, bitch."
At the same moment I swallowed the potent alcohol, I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and warm breath on my ear. I smiled, knowing exactly who it was...I knew exactly the way the soft curves of my body matched up to the hard planes of his.
"Meoowww," he purred in my ear. "Come dance with me, my pretty little kitty."
I giggled and turned my head to look up into his glassy eyes. He was tipsy. Already.
"I wanna show you something first," I said, turning around and plucking a cherry out of a dish on the bar. I took the stem between my teeth and turned my face up to his, hoping he'd catch on. Even in his slightly inebriated state, he was quick to retrieve the fruit but let his lips linger on mine.
"What was that for?" he asked, pulling back.
I grinned and pulled the stem into my mouth, rolling my tongue around, then pulled it out, perfectly knotted.
"That," I answered, tossing it over my shoulder and walked towards the makeshift dance floor, leaving a gawking Edward behind.
Once he came out of his stupor, he stalked after me, picking me up around the waist and carrying me over to the center of the floor, secluded between all of the dancing bodies that had accumulated in the small space.
He pulled me into his chest and swayed me side to side, much slower than the pulsing beat of the music that was being pumped through the speakers.
"So, who's the girl with Jacob?" he asked, bending down so that I could hear him.
"Eh, his date. Some girl he's using to apparently make me jealous," I laughed, sweeping my hands up his chest and around the back of his neck.
"Are you jealous?" he half asked, half slurred, quirking a playful eyebrow in my direction.
"Hell no," I scoffed, "I only want you."
He grinned crookedly and pulled my head into his chest, resting his hand on the back of my head.
"Bella?" he asked after a minute or two of mindless dancing. I picked my head up to stare at him, urging him to continue.
"Are you sure you want to move in here? I feel like everyone was pressuring you, and I don't want that to be the only reason why you agreed."
He dropped his head shamefully, his tipsy, playful mood turning serious.
"Oh, Edward," I sighed, cupping his face in my palms and turning it so his eyes met mine.
"Of course I want to live here. I want to spend every moment I can with you. I want to trip over your running shoes and take up half of your closet space. I want to wake up next to you everyday and argue about watching sports on TV...but most of all..." I paused, bringing my lips up to his ear, barely touching his skin as I talked. "I want you to make love to me on every available surface in this apartment."
"Hell yes," he exclaimed, grabbing my arm and pulling me through the crowd towards his bedroom.
"Edward," I warned, stumbling after him. "Wait...I didn't mean right now...we can't...there's people..." I protested, but he kept right on going. He had his eye on the prize and there wasn't going to be anything I could do about it. I heard Alice and Jasper yell something in our direction as we passed, but I was too busy trying to keep up with Edward's hastiness to hear exactly what they said.
When we got to his door, he flung it open, pulled us through, and simultaneously closed it and pressed me up against it in one, single swoop. Apparently he was a hell of a lot more coordinated than me when he was drunk, because one of us would have ended up with a broken bone if it were me trying that trick.
His hands wove into my hair and grasped the back of my neck as his lips came down, hard and unyielding against mine. Our bodies banged into the door as his torso forcefully came in contact with mine . Drunk Edward was also apparently horny...and aggressive.
My girly parts were doing the cha-cha underneath my skirt. They had won the Edward sexytimes lottery.
Our lips and tongues battled for dominance as our hands grasped at whatever clothing they could. I tugged his Army shirt up and over his head, throwing it somewhere in his room as his hands grasped under my thighs, hoisting me up. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he walked us somewhere. I wasn't sure exactly where he was taking me, but the mystery was solved when he plunked me down on top of his dresser.
"I like your idea..." he panted, nipping down my neck with his lips, "we're starting here."
"But what if...oh god," I groaned as his hand slid under my skirt. "What if someone hears us?"
"The music is loud enough," he mumbled against my skin, bunching my skirt in his hands. I took the initiative of lifting myself up so that he could slide the fabric up around my waist. His greedy hands grasped at the side of my boyshorts, sliding them down my legs and on to the floor.
My eyes raked over his bare torso, low slung cargo pants and hungry eyes and I groaned loudly. "Oh Jesus..."
He chuckled huskily, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me to the edge of the dresser. "You've seem to have become much more spiritual in the past few minutes, Love," he said arrogantly, his hips unrelentlessly grinding into me.
"Edward," I gasped, my hands fumbling at his waist trying to get his pants undone as quickly as humanly possible. "Please..."
"Please what, Bella?" he asked, pushing my hands away and taking over the task since my hands were too shaky to accomplish it. I could hear the zipper sliding and rustling as the fabric fell to the floor. "Do you want me to make love to you?"
His long fingers wrapped around the back of my knee and tugged it up, pressing it into the side of his hip. My other leg wrapped back around his waist, my shoe impatiently pressing at his backside trying to urge him the few remaining inches towards the holy land.
He leaned in toward me and put his lips against my ear. "You better hold on tight."
"Edward," I said through gritted teeth. I was trying to keep what little composure I had left, but the man was driving me blind with lust. "Fuck me. Now."
He nodded almost imperceptibly, and then he was inside of me in one swift, hard thrust.
We both stilled for a few seconds, clutching at each other, before he started to move steadily…rhythmically.
He pulled my hips up at an angle, which made him hit parts of me I didn't even know I had. I believe Cosmo might have called it my G-spot. I always thought it was something that existed in folklore, like Bigfoot or the Lochness Monster. Apparently Edward knew otherwise.
I cried out...loudly. The hell with trying to be quiet. Everybody in the living room was drunk anyways. I doubt they'd even remember yelling and furniture bumping into walls.
I was gripping the edge of the dresser so tight, my knuckles were most likely as white as a ghost.
"Good?" he panted, leaning forward to capture my lips.
"Yes, yes, so good...oh God...yes, right there..." I yelled out, nodding my head vigorously as he slammed into me, his pace quickening. His thumbs pressed hard into my hipbones, most likely leaving marks, but I didn't care. It was unbelievably hot how desperate he was for me. I could stand to see this side of him more often.
His forehead dropped onto my shoulder as my legs trembled. The trembles turned to spasms, which turned into complete loss of control over all of my limbs as I came hard and loudly, my cries echoing throughout the room.
He kept up his pace, racing towards his own completion. My hands fell behind me supporting myself as he grabbed my ankle and rested my foot on his shoulder. The pointy heel of my shoe was rested a little too close to his head for my comfort, so I angled it away, stopping any chance of me scraping him with it. He turned his head, pressing his lips and tongue into my ankle as he chased release. His fingers kneaded into my calf, his other hand still gripping my other hip.
"Come on, Edward," I urged, still gripping the piece of furniture like my life depended on it.
That was all the help he needed. He was completely gone after that. His teeth sunk into the skin just above my ankle as he throbbed inside of me, and then stilled with grunts and groans.
He lowered my leg and collapsed into me, his sweaty forehead resting on my shoulder.
"Holy fuck," he whispered, turning his head into my neck and breathing deeply. We were both breathing heavy, our arms loosely wrapped around each other as we came back down to earth.
"You read my mind," I agreed with a light laugh.
We separated after a few minutes and I hopped off of the dresser, adjusting my clothes and raking my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it. I laughed when my fingers came in contact with my headband.
"Edward, you do realize you just fucked me while I was wearing ears and a tail, right?"
He laughed and shrugged, tugging his shirt back over his head. "You look hot, I couldn't help myself."
He walked into his adjoining bathroom and cleaned himself up, taming his out of control hair too, before taking my hand and heading for the door.
Just before my hand hit the doorknob, he tugged my arm, pulling me hard into his chest.
"Bella?" he smiled, running his index finger down my cheek.
"I can't wait to do that on every single surface of this apartment...roomie."
So, there you have it. Thanks to those of you for sticking around. :)
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