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When his mom had phoned and deht had been hell yeah Moving to a new city was tough, and he’d been more than ready to show Miranda so her unpack so her out to a dinner or two, and then, if they happened to wind up in bed…well, he sure wouldn’t be co he hadn’t banked on--her stubborn determination to resist his advances

And he also hadn’t anticipated the baggage she came with

Kids

Two of theh

As he sipped his water, he watched Dylan asse collection of items A box of crackers froe Chocolate syrup A knife, presu for Miranda because she reminds you of Missy, that’s perfectly healthy," Dylan said

Seth let out a sigh "Do you realize that you have absolutely no credibility right now?"

"Why the hell not?" Dylan added a box of sugar cubes to the growing pile in his hands

"Because you’re walking around the kitchen with your ck flapping in the wind like the A"

"What can I say? My dick’s a patriot"

Seth snorted "Yeah, I’onna do with all that stuff?" he derabbed a pack of toothpicks and a saltshaker from the cupboard

His roommate strode toward the kitchen doorway "So, the rest is props"

"Please tell irl in your room"

"Duh"