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Tell me sweet little lies, a tempting game we play. But honesty is the key, in every word we say. Let's build trust and connection, with truth as our guide, For in authenticity, our friendship will thrive.
"He peed on my bed. My bed, Meredith." Izzie informed her. They were in the locker room, discussing Doc. The dog was just out of control at this point.
"And he figured out how to open doors. It's just weird when he stares at me and George when—"
"Stop talking." George had interrupted Amory before she said anything that might embarrass them.
"He's our dog." Meredith shrugged it off, crossing her leg over the other one from where she sat on a bench. Izzie, Amory, and George had brought Doc to the hospital, not wanting to leave him at home to tear up the couch or do more laundry like he had done to the last load.
"No, he's not my dog." George protests as he puts his pager in his scrub pants pocket. "You two bought him without even asking me. Or Amory!"
"Don't bring me into this, I just don't want him invading my privacy or destroying my clothes." Amory sternly said.
"We rescued him from certain death." Mered tih said. She didn't want to give up Doc. He was her comfort dog, her dog that was supposed to make her get over McDreamy. "Come on, you guys." She pleaded, putting on her best puppy dog eyes.
"I'm putting my foot down." George seriously said, staring Meredith right in the eyes, immune to her begging. "Either the dog moves out, or I do." Amory's eyes went wide at that. She didn't want George to move out. Surely, they spent basically all their time together at the hospital, but she liked it when she could collapse into bed with him after a long day. "Foot down now. Me or the dog, which is it?" Meredith solemnly looked down at Doc, causing the other three to double-take on the dirty blonde. "You hesitated." He shockingly said. "She hesitated!" He complained to Izzie and Amory.
"You hesitated?" Izzie whisper-yelled at Meredith.
"I didn't hesitate. I was thinking." Meredith came up with an excuse.
"Why do you even have to think about it?" Amory asked, taking George's side. If it was her in the dirty blonde's position, she would've chosen George in a heartbeat. Even if they weren't dating, she would have chosen him. Even if it was Izzie she was choosing.
"Fine. I'm moving out right now." George said, stomping toward the door. He pulled the door open but immediately stopped when Dr. Bailey appeared. "Later, I'm moving out later." He said, turning back around. "Because right now, I have rounds."
Bailey entered the locker room at the quickest pace her pregnancy would allow her. She sighed when she saw the animal sitting below Meredith. "Tell me that is not a dog."
"It's not a dog." Ales, Cristina, and Amory plainly said.
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"Are we gonna do this or what?" Alex asked as Cristina, Izzie, and Amory sat down at their normal table in the cafeteria. Both Alex and Cristina had six hotdogs each on their tray. They got inspired by Izzie's and Alex's patient who was a competitive eater for a living.
