The Roommate (cont)
“We do, though,” Fig reasoned out, obviously unbothered by the three pairs of eyes watching them. “Wait, hold on,” Dane raised his hands. He looked even more bewildered now as his frown only worsened. “Louie, you live with this guy? What—I mean, it's only been one day since I—He brings home his lover-of-the-moment every day! What—Why are—How did you even—” he wildly looked at Fig and Louie, as if he had something to say but can’t put it into words. It was as if his brain had malfunctioned from confusion. “Excuse you,” Fig went, “I’ve actually decided to stay single and reflect.” “And when was this?” Germain cut in. Fig smiled at him and said, “Today,” knowing full-well how ridiculous he sounded. Gadreel acknowledged this, too, but merely let out a long breath of exasperation. Meanwhi
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