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“I one hundred percent believe that. People are stupid and you most definitely are not.”
“Also, is there something about me that suggests I give out free life advice? Because I absolutely don’t.”
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“I one hundred percent believe that. People are stupid and you most definitely are not.”
“Also, is there something about me that suggests I give out free life advice? Because I absolutely don’t.”
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Cassie hauled him to his feet. “Nope! You’re going to get up, take a shower, put on clothes, and get out of the house.”
Peter flailed. “Who let you in here? Seriously why not let me wallow? Also I have clothes on? These are clothes, they cover me.”
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"Cassie?” Carol called out. “Is that you?” It’d been so long since she’d seen the young girl, she wasn’t even sure if that was her. She was ready to apologize if that were the case.
@dontcallmebuggirl “Well, luckily this is a library. Quite possibly the most peaceful place on earth aside from like, a science lab.”
“And yet, Americans are really bad at shutting up.” Shuri joked. “No offence.”
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“Yeah um…. I forgot what you asked for but I made you some brownies?”
“Baked goods are becoming a pattern with you guys. Not that I’m complaining. I’ll send one of the secretaries out for fizzy drinks. Put the brownies down over there and hold this for a second. It won’t explode.” Shuri held out a small black-and-purple box.
[ x ] @dontcallmebuggirl “Are you out of your goddamned mind?” Cassie shrugged. “Usually. Never stopped me before though. Why do you ask?”
There’s a raise of Quentin’s brow, his expression speculative despite the lack of clarity. "I'm not one to judge... but it seems kind of irresponsible."
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“A fan? Of... me?”