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Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning
Leo was wide awake after radio and he wasn't comfortable enough to spend all his time stalking Fixer-Uppers yet, so he decided to check out the common room on his floor. It seemed nice, not as high-tech as cabin nine, but it had a TV and food so he really couldn't find much to complain about.
He put the TV onto ESPN and idly listened to the anchors talking about the playoff games today while making himself breakfast. Southwestern omelets. The actual, good, Southwestern kind. Not that crap rolled up into a burrito that you got at McDonalds for two bucks.
[The common room is open, yes]
He put the TV onto ESPN and idly listened to the anchors talking about the playoff games today while making himself breakfast. Southwestern omelets. The actual, good, Southwestern kind. Not that crap rolled up into a burrito that you got at McDonalds for two bucks.
[The common room is open, yes]
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"That's just stupid," he decided. "She's got something wrong there. What's wrong with not wanting to share your girlfriend with another guy? I don't think she'd have liked it if you went out to strut your stuff at random girls."
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He hadn't really thought about that until now and now it didn't make him feel too good about himself. "I guess she didn't really want just me at all."
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The whole thing with Rosalind didn't help and maybe he was the confusing one.
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