Dee: God, do we really need to go to Chive’s house? It always smells like- Vicky cuts him off Vicky: Enough Dee. Heavy: Don't be such a killjoy, Dee! Glam rings the doorbell and Chive answers the door, holding you as you slept in his arms, a pacifer in your mouth. Chive: Oh! Hey Glam!
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