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Trogdor would basically show anyone who broke in where the electronics were kept, as long as they had food. Traitorous fluff-butt.
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I’m hoping the “greater good” works out better for me than for Dumbledore.
I definitely have been dating the wrong people if clean clothes are a turn-on.
The rich aroma fills my nose, and my mouth actually waters. Coffee, coffee, coffee. The song of my people.
“Although every once in a while, if I’ve had some wine, I do like Game of Thrones. Or should I call it ‘Death and Boobies’? Brienne of Tarth is my Patronus.”
“How do I know who my Patronus is? Can you look it up somewhere?”
“Girl, your costumes are on fleek. I need a new one next show. Any chance you take food stamps?” The nearby queens laugh at the joke, and I crack a smile. “Sorry, I only deal in lifelong indebtedness and firstborns, but I’ll let you know when I start accepting Visa.”
I am the Han frickin’ Solo of my destiny now.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” Lawrence has his usual gleam and sass back, seeming more excited than worried about this whole fiasco. “That we’re both terrible decision makers and likely going to end up in jail for this, but at least we’ll have each other?”
“Better.” Lawrence flashes me a big smile. “It means that we need to go through my closet. We are going to be the fiercest, most fabulous crime-fighting duo this town has ever seen.”
“I didn’t think flowers would be appropriate, but I come bearing coffee.” He holds out a paper cup to me, the scent of cinnamon in the air. I take his offering and give him a small smile. The man knows me. I’d much rather have coffee than flowers. Much more appropriate and appreciated. A gift for all occasions.
“Oh shit, girl. Warn a queen before you do something like that and get us caught.”
