ABagOVicodin
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- Mar 29, 2010
Steven was on the couch in the living room, his face literally consumed by the couch, the way that he was laying. "Yeah?" He asked, raising his head to look at the girl. It smelled like cake... he liked cake. He sighed before standing up. "Is there anything that you need me to do Alexis? I am not a good cook, but I am good at cutting stuff."