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“Alright, there are leftovers in the fridge, the fish get fed twice a day, and I know I don’t need to tell you not to have some wild party. Are you sure you’re alright with this? I know it’s only for a few days, but we don’t really have someone to call if things go wrong.”

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@dontgooverthere

It was a perfect blend of softness and pyschoticness. Meg simply could no longer tell the difference between what others deemed wrong or right, and quite frankly she really didn't give a shit. She played by her own rules, lived on her own terms. It was really everyone else that needed to catch up. That's why she adored her friendship with Ben, there was the challenge of corrupting him, showing him the real fun. She smirked over at him and leaned in the doorway. "So are you free for the night, or do I have to find a new partner in crime to laugh the night away with?"