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Friday Night 7:30 P.m.

I knocked on the door of the address she'd given me and pushed my hands in my pocket looking around for familiar cars. "Coming " I Heard a semi high voice yell. Seconds later the door swung open and there stood Rosie. She wasn't the same Rosie from school . She looked ridiculously good. "Lina , I'll call you back , he's here " she said . She was on the phone . But I couldn't stop staring at her . Her voice sounded different too. Louder in fact , maybe even cuter . She usually wore wraps which threw me off because you'd think she was obese or something . But now , in front of me , she clearly wasn't obese . Her body was the body of a goddess. She wore a tank top and boy shorts. She Still had on glasses but she wore her dark curly hair out and it hung down to her waist . She didn't look like she was expecting company but still. She looked like she'd just get out the shower , oily and...perfect. She looked so edible I could just - "Ehem ," she cleared her throat and stood to the side welcoming me in. I stepped in and she closed the door. "Would you like something to eat or drink ? " she asked me . I looked around the huge house . The Way things looked in here, you'd assume they were pretty wealthy. "Uh , a soda please ?" I responded . She walked down a long narrow hallway and I quietly followed her. Observing the house and that booty. After what felt like forever we reached the kitchen . It was also huge , Like something you'd see in a catalog . She opened the fridge and stood on her tip toes. "Coke, Pepsi or sprite ?" She questioned . "Coke , " I replied looking around the beautiful kitchen . "Where's the kid ?" I asked her hopping on the counter . She pulled a chair from the table and stood on it getting a can of soda from the fridge , "She's sleeping ," she responded walking over to me . "I thought you were coming earlier but it's fine I guess " she shrugged and placed the soda on the counter next to me. "Shes in my room though " she continued .

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