Callie squinted, scrutinizing her smoldering reflection in the bathroom mirror, twirling left and then right, inspecting her makeup and hair before spritzing her abundant cleavage with the perfume Erica bought her for Christmas. The perfume's potency morphed Erica into a clothes-ripping savage. Satisfied with her sultry image, Callie shut off the
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Erica lamenting to propose first? So much like her.
Love the fic, thanks for writing this!
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Thank you very much for reading and the sweet feedback!
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PS Do you think it's weird that I just realized the neighborhood I have lived in my whole life is a gay neighborhood? (In the sense that many restaurants have the pride sticker on their doors, there are lots of gay couples, etc.) And here I thought I had gaydar.
Not that I'm complaining in the slightest.
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I think everyone's neighborhood is a lot gayer than they would have imagined. Which kinda makes me smile...
Thanks for reading!
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