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Over the next few days, Courtney, Seth and I settled into a comfortable routine, with Seth spending most of his free time at our house. Seth pretty much only went to his place to shower, sleep and work. He and Court sniped at each other constantly, but only in jest, and they both treated me like a delicate princess.
One evening, Court came home from working the dinner shift at Joe’s to find me curled up on the couch watching a movie with Seth. Tabitha, the bitchy orange cat that usually only liked Court, was sound asleep on Seth’s lap. This was especially surprising considering my close proximity to them. Tab normally avoided me like the plague. Court’s basset hound, Buster, and Seth’s golden retriever, Buddy, were sprawled across the only available spaces on the couch, snoring loudly.
