[ it's a nice apartment. if she was given more than thirty seconds to see it before being shepherded back into his room, she might have even gotten to appreciate how comfortable and lived-in it looks. alas, though, caroline is forced (""forced"") instead to suffer in marcos' room with the door shut behind her, and given the laughable option of sitting anywhere as if there's not one sole place she's going to immediately sprawl out onto. ]
You're not going to join me?
[ you invite a girl to your apartment and then you're just going to stand off to the side looking all nervous? that's not very fair. plus, there's plenty of room, she'll even scoot over to prove it. ]
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You're not going to join me?
[ you invite a girl to your apartment and then you're just going to stand off to the side looking all nervous? that's not very fair. plus, there's plenty of room, she'll even scoot over to prove it. ]