Hi! It's late and I can't sleep because it's SO FREAKIN' HOT HERE. It's currently 2am and it's 31C (88F) in my house. IT'S NOT EVEN SUMMER YET, WTF WEATHER.
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here and I will write a one-sentence story with my House and your muse. Doesn't matter if someone else has already chosen a prompt - doubling/tripling/quadrupling up is fine
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"I told her to get the hell out of my life," House snapped back. "Why the hell would I miss her?"
"You told her to get out of your life because you couldn't handle that you were starting to have feelings for her."
House stared at Wilson, his jaw set, and Wilson stared right back at him with his hands squared on his hips. He then looked away and gave a one-shouldered shrug. "I knew she was heading back to Chicago eventually, anyway."
"So?" Wilson replied, a little exasperated. "Call her."
He sat in silence for a few moments. He refused to listen to any part of his brain that was telling him Wilson was right. Without a word, he pushed himself up from the seat by Wilson's desk, flung the office door open and left with the door slamming shut behind him.
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Chase, lose.
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