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She's used to dog hair, to the way it gets on all her best suits and makes everything white - or mostly so. During Sedge's shedding weeks, the vacuum got pulled out of the closet twice a day, and she waited until she was at the conference building to change. It was one of those things you did, at first because you had to, and then because it was routine.
Elizabeth thinks to herself that if it came down to her boyfriend or her dog, she knows which one she'd pick.
"John, I'm not putting your clothes in the hamper anymore," she warns, knowing that any complaints about his razor or towels will go unheeded.
"I would've, but I was somehow distracted on my way..."
"Hmm, with what?" Elizabeth asks as he comes closer, hands sliding around her hips, and John smiles.
Elizabeth thinks to herself that if it came down to her boyfriend or her dog, she knows which one she'd pick.
"John, I'm not putting your clothes in the hamper anymore," she warns, knowing that any complaints about his razor or towels will go unheeded.
"I would've, but I was somehow distracted on my way..."
"Hmm, with what?" Elizabeth asks as he comes closer, hands sliding around her hips, and John smiles.