Before I fix my hair and try to mimic the make-up from yesterday, I shoot Fox a text. Me: At some point, I need to go retrieve my stuff. Future Husband: I’ll send someone unless you need to do it yourself. Me: How will they know what belongs to me? Future Husband: Your stuff won’t smell like the lessee of the apartment. Me: Valid. Leave Elijah a note warning him that his ex is a stalker and thank him for hosting me. I might have been squatting, but I don’t want to be rude. Of course, now I’m wondering if he’s talking about magic sniffers or actual sniffers like dogs, but you know what? I want
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