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“She f*cking agreed, this is great. Which room are we giving her?” Mic said.
“How about the one that’s between yours and mine?” I said.
Davis signed she should take the one that’s attached to his bathroom. We could move all our old military gear to the shed out back.
“You think she wants to share a bathroom with you? She should have her own bathroom,” I said. Which now eliminated the room between Mic and me.
“She’ll take the master with the ensuite,” Dawson said.
“That’s your bedroom, that’s not fair, I wanna sleep with her too,” I whined.
“I won’t be in there idi*t. I’ll move to the bedroom between yours and Mic’s. I don’t have a lot of clothes, I just need the dresser in my room. We'll need to buy a new one for her. And a vanity. Girls like vanities, right?” Dawso
