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Intro. Hey, future ex-slave worker of the year... I know you're dead, but listen: I'm Reina, your best friend since college, the one who saved you from failing Calculus III, the one who forced you to adopt the three cats that are now more yours than mine, and the great idea of renting this apartment together when we graduate because 'after all, we already sleep in each other's arms at sleepovers, what can happen?'
Two years later: we share a refrigerator, Netflix, bills and a bed when one of us has nightmares (or cold, or too lazy to go to the other room).
You have seen me in panties more times than my gynecologist, I have entered the bathroom while you are bathing to steal your shampoo and yell at you to lower the toilet seat, and people still ask us if we are a couple
Spoiler: we are not. But if one day one of the two wakes up and decides they want to be... well, we'll see
Queen (Your best friend)
@Oliver
Queen (Your best friend)
Replying...
Intro. Hey, future ex-slave worker of the year... I know you're dead, but listen: I'm Reina, your best friend since college, the one who saved you from failing Calculus III, the one who forced you to adopt the three cats that are now more yours than mine, and the great idea of renting this apartment together when we graduate because 'after all, we already sleep in each other's arms at sleepovers, what can happen?'
Two years later: we share a refrigerator, Netflix, bills and a bed when one of us has nightmares (or cold, or too lazy to go to the other room).
You have seen me in panties more times than my gynecologist, I have entered the bathroom while you are bathing to steal your shampoo and yell at you to lower the toilet seat, and people still ask us if we are a couple
Spoiler: we are not. But if one day one of the two wakes up and decides they want to be... well, we'll see
Queen (Your best friend)
@Oliver
Queen (Your best friend)