House's head

Lollipop Isues 4

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Cuddy's house
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Cuddy-so....why are Ты really here...
House-because...I wanted to see if those two would hit it off... And if I went Главная than I could find them having sex.....
Cuddy-is that all....
House-no.....can I ask Ты something without Ты lying to me...
Cuddy-of course....
House-do Ты like me.....like еще than a friend или employee...
Cuddy-we both know our relationship is going somewhere ..... And yes....I have liked Ты ever since that one день at college...
House-I thought Ты forgot about that....
Cuddy-nope.....I remember every...

"My dad wants to meet Ты for Рождество dinner." Remy сказал(-а) as she handed James a mug of hot cocoa.
"He does? That is...understandable." He сказал(-а) with a nervous twitch. Remy smiled and sank down Далее to him on the sofa.
"My dad is actually very laid back about my significant others. He'll adore you. I mean, who couldn't?" She declared before placing a chaste Kiss on his cheek. He grinned and took a sip of his drink.
"I haven't met a girlfriend's father in a long time...What does your dad like?"
"He is in to Фильмы and reality shows. He isn't in to sports. So, wooing him with баскетбол tickets...

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The супермаркет Savior


He stood in the produce aisle, grappling at a rather large erroneous looking tomato, his eyes fixated across the room where a brunette woman paused, handling her own set of vegetables. Wrapping his помидор in a plastic bag, he twisted a tie around the вверх and placed the tarnished red Еда inside his cart. Again he eyed the woman. She had finished her comparison of two sets of Kale greens...

Chapter 1: Enough is Never Enough
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of House M.D. All characters/thematic concepts are owned by David берег and Co.

The distinct sound of wood courting hardwood resonated throughout House’s once-empty, recluse apartment, the hollow bachelor’s pad that had served as his proscenium stage and knew him all too well. The stage that had tacitly reciprocated a promise: to never leave. Unlike Stacey, his indigenous thigh muscle, and his once “less miserable” outlook on life, his apartment had never negated или forsaken him. In fact, if his apartment walls...