❝To truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them. That's it. That's all.❞
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Darling, you're the one I want
In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams
Oh, you're the one...
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Walking to the Newspaper room is not as peaceful as Lottie had hoped. For one she and Rory were in a weird place, Lottie hadn't apologised for her words and Rory refused to see reason, which meant that the twins stopped fighting and had moved on to ignore each other as much as possible. And then, of course, the other reason is Paris in another of her moods.
"Dreams tell you things. It's our subconscious talking to us, warning us, telling us about things that are happening."
"Paris—" Rory tries with no success, Lottie tries not to be too amused by her sister's suffering.
"My dream was telling me that you were stabbing me in the back with your veal parmesan."
"Well, I must have really overcooked it, then."
"Let me smell your hands." When Paris leans down Lottie can stop the small laugh.
Rory glares at her and then immediately goes to glare at Paris, "Oh, go away."
"You used a lot of garlic."
"Bye."
"Rory, listen to me. We're close, like friends and I would hate for something as trivial as competition for the religion beat to come between us."
"Oh, my god! I don't want the religion beat."
Lottie shakes her head fighting to stifle a loud laugh, if she was religious she would truly think this is divine punishment. Ultimately she just gathers the documents in the top drawer of her desk until she finds the right one.
"Hey, Doyle. I have the new draft—" Lottie stops her steps and her voice when she notices the look on his face, "And I'm just... gonna put it here, and walk away."
She backs away from him and Glenn, tuning back into her sister and Paris' conversation just as Paris says, "Sanora Thomas was in my dream, too. She was pouring the wine. Yo, Sanora! Where's the fire?"
Lottie leaves as Paris continues her chase, she pulls out her phone and calls Gwen, "Hey, beautiful. Think Alexis would do me a favour?"
"Sure, mom adores you. She thinks you're a good influence." She says with a snort.
"Hey! What's with the sarcasm? I am a good influence!"
"Oh, please." She laughs, real loud, "We've been friends for so long I can't remember which one of us is the bad influence."
"Okay, fine. Neither one of us are angels... but I'm definitely the calmer one."
"Don't make me deny you that favour."
Lottie smiles sweetly at the phone even though she knows Gwen can't see her, "I'll be good, promise!"
