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Eden: so my shitty roommate loclked me out. some bs about late retn or whatevre idfk.
Eden: can i cohme crash on yrour couch? i promise ill tbe super quiet. oyu ow'nt eiven know im thzere
Edem:…im onlgy a little dunk…i snwear
Willa: Screw the couch, I’ve got a spare room, babes.
Willa: Key is behind the flower pot shaped like a woman’s head, vodka is in the freezer, help yourself to whatever food you can find.
Willa: I should be home in a little bit, just at a gig with a client.















