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Post by elizabethmae on Jun 16, 2009 7:50:55 GMT -5
Elizabeth had driven back to New York, back from where she had disappeared to. She had left, four years ago. She had left because she couldn’t deal with the everyday anymore. She needed a break. She needed to get away. And she didn’t tell anyone she was leaving. She just, disappeared. For all her friends knew, she could have been dead, killed by a vampire hunter, sunlight or fire, any or all of the above. She sat in her silver Camaro, in the parking stop that use to be hers. She wasn’t sure if she should put the car here, but she didn’t want to leave it anywhere else. She dug in her purse, found the key card that would take her up to her old penthouse that she shared with Eliot. She held it in her hand, traced her fingers over it, and bit her lip lightly, not to cut herself with her fang. She couldn’t run away. She had put this off far too long as is. She had left New York, driven to Michigan, attended college there, nothing useful was learned, she just wanted that college experience, again. She had gone through it a few times, but never at the University of Michigan. That was where she had been, hidden away in school. Night classes and such. She sighed, pushed the Camaro’s door open and stepped out into the cool night air. The sound of her heel clicking on the cement of the parking structure floor echoed. She knew Eliot was not here, his car was gone. She did not know if he still lived here, or if he had moved, she would know when she tried the key card. She bent into her car, pulled her purse out and then popped the trunk. She shut the driver side door, and made her way to the trunk to get her one suit case. Her black dress was new, she had picked it up last night, she had been in town for a few days, staying at a hotel, not sure if she would be welcome home or not. But she had decided that she needed to take the chance tonight. She pulled her suitcase from the back of the Camaro, set it down on the ground and closed up the car, locking it. The plates on the car were Michigan plates, she would have to change that soon. She pulled the handle up from that black suitcase and began to wheel it towards the elevator, she tightened the jacket around herself as she moved closer to the elevator, she was nervous, nervous to see if it would work. Scared to see what this night would bring. She slid the keycard, and the elevator opened, she let out a breath of relief and stepped in. The elevators doors slid shut behind her, and it started to go up. She closed her eyes and fluffed her brown hair. She was nervous, oh so nervous. There was the familiar ding, as the elevator made it to the floor, the doors slid open and there was her old penthouse, almost just as she left it. She stepped out, the doors closed behind her and she almost wanted to cry. She pushed her bag against the wall, out of the way of the entrance, she heard a little tinkling bell moving towards her and she saw her cat, no longer a kitten. The long haired white cat looked her over suspiciously and then meowed at her. It stopped a good distance from her. She didn’t know her anymore, that broke Elizabeth’s heart. “Oh Tilly…. I’ve missed you…” She said and smiled at the cat, who turned tail and ran back out of the room. Elizabeth frowned and then wandered farther into the rooms. Not much has changed since she left, but enough that this didn’t feel like home to her anymore. She felt like a guest, or an intruder. She sighed, pulled off her jacket, set it on the back of one of the dining room chairs, set her white purse down on the table and then moved to the living room. She sat down on the couch, kicked off her heels in front of her and then curled her legs up next to her. She sat quietly. Waiting… She knew he would be home sooner or later, unless he had somewhere else he slept at night now. She bit her lip, hoping not, but she would not blame him if he did. When and if he came home, he would find her there, sitting on the couch, her brown hair up in a messy bun, her black dress a little rumbled now and a sorry sad look upon her face... [/blockquote]
Attire:XOXO
Location:Penthouse
Count: 782
Lyrics: Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
Car
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Post by celebmacil on Jun 17, 2009 16:26:07 GMT -5
The sleek Aston Martin pulled quickly into the underground garage, the night street lights flickering and shimmering as they reflected off the swift moving dark steel-blue body. The throaty roar of the V12 engine surged, then retreated to a purr as Eliot slowed, then braked, pulling the One-77 into it's usual parking spot. He killed the ignition, and the garage returned to silence.
Pulling out his key, he opened the car door and swung his legs out, then stood up. He reached behind the driver's seat, taking his soft leather briefcase, before closing the car's door. The lights flashed twice, indicating that the security disable and alarm system was active. He turned, straightened his sport coat, and started to stride to the elevator entrance. He stopped short, standing still, then turned around slowly.
There was a powder-blue new style Camaro SS parked in one of his assigned spaces. It was the space that Elizabeth used to park her car in, and hadn't been used, that he knew of at any rate, since she'd left. It was rare that someone would park in a wrong slot, but sometimes residents had guests over and didn't tell them where to park. He He stepped near it, looking it over curiously, his lips curling down into a slight frown.
His hand reached out and hovered near the white race-striped hood, feeling for heat, as he listened for any tell-tale clicks that would emit from still cooling metal in the engine. It was silent, but not totally cool yet. It had been here more than ten minutes, but less than an hour, probably. "Hrm... nice car." He made mental note of this, and turned back to the elevator, giving a small shrug. Moments later, the private lift was carrying him rapidly up to the top of the building, to his home.
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Post by elizabethmae on Jun 17, 2009 17:22:39 GMT -5
Elizabeth had been waiting for a little while, and then decided that she needed to get up and move. Tilly had still not come out from where ever she had run off too to hide, so she sighed and got off the couch and padded her way, her feet bare, towards the French doors that open up into the open air patio. She pushed the doors open, leaving them open behind her. She made her way out into the dark of the New York night. She hit the switch that turned the lights on in the pool, the glowing water was soothing for some reason, she was suddenly less nervous about how her arrival would be taken. She smiled at the water, then walked to one of the lounge chairs. She sat down and then leaned back. She looked up at the sky, the stars were so not viewable here. She missed the stars. She adjusted her dress some, but not much, and closed her eyes. She wasn't sure how long the wait would be, but she was far more comfortable out here, in the breeze, away from the home. She was just happy to be out. Though she did suddenly want to just jump in the pool. Then she head the noise of the elevator coming up and she was suddenly nervous all over again... [/blockquote]
Attire:XOXO
Location:Penthouse
Count: 225
Lyrics: Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
Car
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Post by celebmacil on Jun 17, 2009 18:06:34 GMT -5
The elevator doors slid open, and Eliot stepped into the penthouse lobby. He sighed softly and rolled his neck slowly, starting his normal routine to unwind, as he set his briefcase down in the entryway on one of the tables there. He took off his jacket and hung it neatly, then wandered around the corner into the kitchen pantry. He picked up a decanter of Cristall Signature and unstopped it, pouring a double measure into one of the tumblers he kept sitting near at hand, ready for use.
Picking up the drink, he walked through the kitchen, then dining room, before stopping in the living room. He slipped the ostrich skin holster that held his Korth automatic out of it's position at the small of his back, and set it down on an end table, then removed his wallet and keys from his pockets and set them next to it. He took a sip of the vodka and sighed again, already relaxing, savoring the smooth clear flavor. A slight breeze brushed over his face, the night air cooling his skin, and making him look up and around.
Everything was quiet as he stood slowly, his glance flicking across the room, noticing small details that had changed since he'd left earlier. Someone had been here. The Camaro? Or, rather, perhaps someone was here still. His eyes considered the warm tan leather holster near to hand, and the cold gray steel of the pistol inside it. He shook his head, not having any sense of a threat, and left it where it was, taking only his drink.
He walked back to the lobby, and noted that the patio door was open slightly, the pool was lit. Without hesitation he went outside, and caught a familiar scent of perfume as he stepped past the sliding door. Then he saw her, sitting back on a chair, and the sense was even more familiar, almost surreal. He hadn't thought she would ever return. Eliot considered her with his eyes for a moment, then took a drink before walking nearer. "Hello Elizabeth..."
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Post by elizabethmae on Jun 17, 2009 19:57:50 GMT -5
She had sat there quietly, patiently waiting for him to come out on the patio, she knew he would after he realized that he was not alone in the large penthouse. She had waited, nervously, feeling those butterflies flutter around in her stomach, unsure of his reaction to her. She was so stupid, she should not have come back. But god how she had missed him. She loved him, oh she loved him and she wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and cry and apologize for her stupidity in leaving him the way she did but she wouldn't because that is not how Elizabeth acts and she wasn't going to change now. She moved slightly, her dress riding up a little as her small body slipped down the chair a little. She watched him through the windows, he hadn't change, still his routine, still his movements... all the same. She bit her lip, almost breaking the skin with her fang as he turned towards the patio. He knew. And the butterflies fluttered even harder. She didn't move however, she continued to lay there, watching him as he moved out into the night air, the wind blew and his scent hit her and she was swept up in memories of their love or their life together that she missed so much. She wanted to cry once again, and go to him, but again, she was still... "Hello Elizabeth..." She let the sound of his voice dance over her skin and in her ears. She loved his voice, his scent, his movements, his touch... everything about him. Why had she left? She couldn't remember now. She looked at him lazily, her blue eyes taking him in, his business attire, he wore it so well. She loved him so much. "Eliot..." She said quietly... She then sat up some on the lounger, slipping farther on the chair, her dress riding up more, it was long, but it was now up to her thigh. Her bar feet were once again on the patio floor, and her hair was still as messy as ever in a simple bun on her head. She blew a stray strand of hair from her face and looked up at him, her cool blue gray eyes meeting his. "You look good..." She said, a small smile coming to her lips. [/blockquote]
Attire:XOXO
Location:Penthouse
Count: 392
Lyrics: Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
Car
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Post by celebmacil on Jun 17, 2009 23:58:16 GMT -5
Swallowing the vodka, he felt the sensation of heat pass down his throat, and into his stomach as he stood there, looking at Elizabeth. "Eliot..." He nodded absently at his name and reached out, pulling over a nearby chair to take a seat in, turning it backwards he straddled it, resting his arms on the top of it's back, peering over the rim of his glass at her. "You look good..." He smiled back and half restrained a self-deprecatory snort. "Thanks."
He looked her up and down, he cool eyes seeing that she was still much the same as he remembered, still mirrored the images of her he held in his memory. Some of them were very good memories. Very good ones, indeed. "You also Elizabeth, look delightful, as always." His smiled warmed. He'd missed her badly, and for a long time, but the ache had finally receded some in the past year. But here she was again, so now what was he to do? But then, he couldn't know what he could do, not yet, not until he had some idea of why she was back, could he?
"So..." He trailed off, frowning at the clear alcohol in the tumbler in his hand, slowly swirling it, distractedly. There wasn't really much reason to stall asking, he supposed. "So... you're back now? Back from..." He didn't think he really needed to ask her for an explanation. She really didn't owe him one, actually. He knew that his relationship with her was different, and that he would always demand of himself that he find room to make her welcome in his life. He'd never quite figured out why that was, since he didn't extend similar treatment to anyone else, but he never really considered it too deeply either for some reason.
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Post by elizabethmae on Jun 18, 2009 0:30:03 GMT -5
She watched him pull the chair over and sit facing her. It was a good step, that he sat down. That meant he wasn't going to just throw her out of the penthouse and tell her to leave him alone. She had been ready for that actually. The way she had left his life those four years ago had been unexusable and she would not have blamed him if he kicked her out on to the streets after returning. "Thanks." She nodded, allowing him his words. She was bracing herself for something hurtful to come spilling from those gorgeous lips. "You also Elizabeth, look delightful, as always." She returned the smile, realizing then how stupid her first comment had been. They were immortal, how much could really change? But she did not allow her own self hatred to show upon her face, or in her eyes. She was cool and calm, how she use to be. Always the calm one, always playing it cool as if she held no emotion inside of her. But really, she was not that Elizabeth anymore. She had changed, but only her emotions have, and her ability to show them. She was warmer now, when she allowed herself to be. But now, right now, she wasnt sure if she trusted herself ot be that open with him just yet. "So..." She looked down at her feet on the pale ground, maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she should have stayed away... "So... you're back now? Back from..." She looked up at him, her blue eyes a little shocked.. "I..." She then sighed. Calmed herself down and started over. "I was in Michigan.. Ann Arbor to be exact... I took on another college degree.. Nothing fancy this time, just a basic art history degree.. Thought I would compare U of M to the other universities I have attended... It's not bad." She looked down at her hands, running her fingers over her rings as she played with them nervously. She wasn't sure about what else to say... She knew she should apologize though. She looked back up at him, her eyes full of remorse. "I'm sorry for the way I left, I should have told you, or at least left some note..." She shook her head, "It was horrible of me and I am so sorry.." She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and hated herself for it. She was not supposed to be this weak, this fragile. She was suppose to be cool and calm, she was suppose to be the old Elizabeth.. But she couldn't lie or act anymore... "I missed you so much, Eliot... " She looked up at him then, and the tears feel... trailing down her pale skin. "I'm so sorry for all of this..." [/blockquote]
Attire:XOXO
Location:Penthouse
Count: 466
Lyrics: Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
xoxo
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Post by celebmacil on Jun 18, 2009 20:48:20 GMT -5
Eliot knew she was out of sorts, that much was clear, as he listened to her spilling out in short order the somewhat disjointed tale of where she had been and what she had been doing. But it was somewhat surprising to see it, that she let herself show it. Elizabeth's wont was to try to conceal her feelings as well as she could, and usually, usually she did that rather well, even though often he was able to guess well what she was really feeling in her despite. It had been a point of contention between them in the past, one they had argued over, to his regret.
It had bothered him when she had left, yes, but he never had any illusion of ownership of her or felt anything was particularly owed him, nor had he wanted such things. That was not his philosophy, or how his mentality and psychology worked. That she had wanted or needed a break, time and space away, was fine. He was glad it had even productive for her, that she seemed to have enjoyed it, and was not very surprised by the story she told. Certainly there also was relief knowing she was safe and well...
He wasn't certain how he should approach this, with her acting rather differently than he was accustom to, but wasn't this what he had wanted from her before? For her to open up to him more? "I'm sorry for the way I left, I should have told you, or at least left some note..." He silently gave a small nod of agreement, and sighed softly to himself, looking closely at her, though the emotions so plain in her words could not be seen as she stared down at the ground in front of her. "It was horrible of me and I am so sorry.." Eliot did not like her feeling regret, and hoped that sadness was not all she'd feel and would fade, that she would be happy she had returned.
At that moment, Tilly chose to come and investigate what was happening, her bright eyes watchful as she padded onto the patio. "I missed you so much, Eliot... " He barely heard the cat's clearly questioning small meow, focusing on Elizabeth, as the feline curled it's body sinuously about his ankles. "I'm so sorry for all of this..." With a half frown, he reached down and gathered the furry creature into one arm, and rose from his chair, moving over next to Elizabeth. Eliot settled Tilly on her lap, and petted the cat for a moment. It looked up inquisitively at them both, then settled down to wash.
He sat silently, and looked thoughtfully out across the Hudson, at the skyline of Manhattan. There seemed to be no words he could say to make everything suddenly better, certainly nothing that would make undone whatever Elizabeth felt regret of, he already knew that. His arm slipped down, and his hand found hers without looking, holding it gently. "I'm glad you returned," He turned his head and looked into her eyes. "and... there is nothing for me to forgive you of. I am just happy to have you here." His smile was wistful, but there.
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Post by elizabethmae on Jun 18, 2009 22:40:41 GMT -5
Elizabeth had not even heard nor seen the white fluffy cat move her way out onto the patio. She had been so caught up in her emotions, god she hated when that happened. It was so unlike her. Then he was standing with Tilly in his arms, and moving closer to her. She looked up at her, the trails of her tears on her cheeks. She did not know what to do. She felt like such a little child, waiting for someone to take her hand and lead her in the right direction, and she do did not want to be that person. Then Eliot put Tilly in her lap, the long white fur of the cat clashing with the black of her dress. She smiled down at the cat, she had grown so much. When Elizabeth had left, she had not been this big, nor heavy. Elizabeth stroked the soft fur absently, as the cat began to wash itself. She bit her lip again, calming down, her tears drying on her cheeks. Then he sat next to her on the lounge chair. She did not say anything, she didn't have to. Then, his hand was holding hers and she felt at peace, for the first time in four years, she felt like she belonged again. "I'm glad you returned," She looked at him, their blue eyes meeting. "and... there is nothing for me to forgive you of. I am just happy to have you here." Elizabeth squeezed his hand, and then smiled at him. She was home, and it felt so good to be home. She smiled at him, a warm loving smile and then suddenly she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Tilly, scurried away, having been jostled too much for her liking, and stopped only once to look back before disappearing back inside. Elizabeth kissed Eliot, long and slow... soft yet passionate. She missed him, and his touch and everything about him. She wanted it all back, but she wasn't sure if he was willing to give it. She pulled back slowly, and smiled at him, a shy little smile, something that said I'm sorry I did that and yet I'm not sorry at all all at the same time. "I'm happy to be back... I should have come back sooner..."[/blockquote]
Attire:XOXO
Location:Penthouse
Count: 385
Lyrics: Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
xoxo
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Post by celebmacil on Jun 22, 2009 15:29:53 GMT -5
Eliot felt her grip tighten around his fingers, and his smile brightened. Then she was kissing him, and he was returning her kiss with equal warmth, though he had to take care to not let the vodka in the glass he still had in his other hand spill. It was difficult, very difficult, she'd always been a very good kisser, and some things never changed. When they parted, he breathed in deeply, eyes sparkling in the dim light around the pool. He carefully brought the tumbler to his mouth and took a swig, nearly finishing it off. "I'm happy to be back... I should have come back sooner..." He bit back the light replies that came immediately to mind not wanting to sound flippant. He offered her the glass with the last of the drink he'd poured earlier.
"Perhaps, but here you are now." He shrugged acceptance of what was, after all, what else could be done? "So then, what of that, aside from my poor welcome?" He smirked in playful self mockery. "Are you hungry, would you like some dinner? Or a drink of something? Perhaps you could use only some rest. Or all of these things? I've been horribly impolite in not having asked right away." He stood, his hand releasing hers, fingers slipping softly away before he stretched his frame to full height arms over his head, tensing then relaxing his muscles.
He could use some food himself, and the kitchen had seen use seldom, since Elizabeth had last been home. But the pantry was kept well stocked by the domestic staff that he paid to come by once a week and ensure that everything was cleaned, straightened, and acceptably maintained. Not that Eliot was a slob, he simply focused on other matters, and was likely to forget some things involving his household. Like buying food, making it, or dusting and vacuuming, unless there was an obvious mess. But he had always been preoccupied in that way. "So, of what service may I be to you, in this moment?"
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Post by elizabethmae on Jun 22, 2009 20:28:42 GMT -5
Elizabeth watched him and then smiled as he offered his drink to her. She took it, and swirled it around in the glass while watching him. "Perhaps, but here you are now." She nodded, "So then, what of that, aside from my poor welcome?" She rolled her eyes and then finished the rest of the vodka that was in the glass. "Are you hungry, would you like some dinner? Or a drink of something? Perhaps you could use only some rest. Or all of these things? I've been horribly impolite in not having asked right away." She smiled at him, as he stood and stretched, her eyes going over his body. He knew she didn't really need any of those things. No vampire really needed any of those things. Well, drinking something... She smiled, they did need that. Elizabeth sat there for a moment longer, taking in the sight of him, having missed that most of all, that and his scent and touch. She missed everything about him, there was no escaping that truth. "So, of what service may I be to you, in this moment?" She smiled at him and then got to her feet as well. Her black dress dropping back down around her ankles, she fussed with her hair slightly, fixing it a little as she thought of her answer. "You know... I think I could do with a bite to eat and then maybe a swim in the pool..." She said with a little smile on her lips. She had loved the pool while she lived here. That was one of the things she had truly missed. She started towards the patio doors, heading into the penthouse, she looked back at him and smiled sweetly. "What would you like me to make, hmm?" She asked happily. She was so glad to be back home. And with Eliot. Thought she knew in the back of her mind, things were not just going to fall back into place how they used to be, no... there was something slightly different about all of this.... [/blockquote]
Attire:XOXO
Location:Penthouse
Count: 344
Lyrics: Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
xoxo
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Post by celebmacil on Jul 8, 2009 22:09:03 GMT -5
Eliot thoughtfully looked down at Elizabeth, watching her quietly, as she looked up at him. His breath caught slightly as she stood, her sleek dress falling smoothly about her body in a sensual fashion, taking in the sight of her as she teased her hair subconsciously. "You know... I think I could do with a bite to eat and then maybe a swim in the pool..." He nodded at that, trying to somewhat block the images that came unbidden to his mind of Elizabeth naked in the pool, and he glanced down at his empty hands, suddenly thinking another drink sounded like a very good idea.
He looked up as she began walking back inside, promptly following, a little behind her. "What would you like me to make, hmm?" He scowled a little from indecision, he wasn't sure what he wanted, not that it really was that important, since anything that she made was certain to be good. She had always been an excellent cook. Moving through the open sliding glass doors after Liz, he reached over to the switches on the wall next to them, and flipped on the lights. The room brightened a considerable amount under the indirect glow but the overall effect was still very subdued. "Whatever you'd like to make would be perfect you know..."
He glanced her way, then headed towards the kitchen, stopping at the table where he'd left his holstered pistol and wallet, to take off his watch and set it down with the other items. Eliot scrubbed his hand over his face, putting pressure against his eyes, trying to release some of the tension he was holding inside, trying to relax himself more. Giving a small sigh, he straightened and walked into the kitchen a moment later, a serene smile on his face. Watching Elizabeth for a moment, he turned and got himself a new vodka, sipping experimentally at it before going to the refrigerator for a few ice cubes to add. He focused on the glass in his hand, swirling the alcohol slowly around the ice cubes, chilling it. "There should be plenty of whatever you might want or need... if there's something missing..." He shrugged slightly and took a drink.
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Post by elizabethmae on Jul 29, 2009 6:16:21 GMT -5
Elizabeth made her way into the home. She went straight to the kitchen and began to look through what food Eliot had in stock here. She was not surprised to find so much, it was common for there to be food here. "Whatever you'd like to make would be perfect you know..." She nodded a little and continued looking. Pulling something out and looking it over before either sticking it back in its place or setting it on the counter to be used for whatever it was she was planning on throwing together. She really had no idea yet. She stepped back some and frowned a little, looking at the things she had set out on the counter. She really didn’t know what to make at all. But she did want something… "There should be plenty of whatever you might want or need... if there's something missing..." She glanced back at Eliot, “Are you alright?” She asked, turning away from the items she had left on the counter. Nothing perishable, just random things she had left out to choose from as starting points. She went to him, a soft smile playing on her lips. She didn’t know if she should be worried or not. He seemed a little wary. “Do you just want to relax, I don’t have to make anything…” She looked back at the things on the counter. “I could always order in… I have actually been dying for some pizza from Company’s…” She said and then looked at him. She sighed and moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her head against his chest. She was short and she could do that. “Eliot… darling…” She said softly… not sure where she was going from here. But she went on anyway. “If you want me to leave, I completely understand. I will find somewhere else to stay for the day and then be off tomorrow night and I won’t disturb you again. If that is what you wish of me. I will do that.” She said. Not moving from her place against him. She wasn’t sure if she should have offered this option. But she felt something different. This unease between them that she hated, and knew that she caused it. Elizabeth closed her eyes and waited for his answer… waited for the blow that could possibly come, hoping all the while that he would not push her away, and that maybe someday, they could be like they were. But it was stupid of her to think that way, for all she knew, there could be another woman in the picture now… She blinked, having not thought of that till now. What would she do then? [/blockquote]
Attire:XOXO
Location:Penthouse
Count: 451
Lyrics: Dashboard Confessional
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
xoxo
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