The following Saturday, of course, found Erica (and sometimes Callie) lugging Callie's cumbersome cardboard boxes into Callie's bedroom in her sparkly, new apartment.
"I think that's the last of 'em," Callie announced, flopping on her stomach on the bare mattress, the bed springs squeaking under her.
"Oh, get up. I did most of the carrying. All
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Thanks for the cool feedback--I really appreciate it!
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Who can resist Callie in vixen mode, huh? The hickey part was great! The end was really sweet too, and I thought it actually fit better the way you turned the "date" conversation.
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Thanks so much for the sweet feedback--it means a lot!
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