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“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. Before you say anything, yes, I am capable of putting thought into things. Anyways, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m pretty lonely. When I’m at home, when I’m at the studio. I spend a lot fo time alone. I could get an assistant but they’re expensive and thought of spending that much time with someone is a nightmare. Especially someone I’ll be bossing around who will eventually resent me. So...” Asher explained, sitting more upright to continue his speech. He leaned over the side of the couch, scooping a dog up into his arms with a goofy smile. “I decided to adopt a dog! She can’t talk back, she’ll love me unconditionally, not to mention she’s adorable. What do you think?”

Whoever said that Valerie is a little dramatic and very excitable would be correct. Christmas is coming soon and she plans to decorate. Last year when she decorated for Christmas, she has glitter in her hair for over a week and had the landlord called on her twice for the loud Christmas music echoing from her apartment. Her toning it down this year? Not a chance. Maybe she sent a vague message out asking for 'help' and that it was an 'emergency' but it wasn't too bad. When her 'volunteer' arrived, she immediately closed the door before they could escape from the mere sight of her excessive decorations and bare Christmas tree. "Don't be mad but I need help and this was the quickestway yo get you here."

Louisa wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck and zipped her puffer coat up all the way, feeling the chilly New York evening air biting at her skin more than normal. It had been three months since she was last here, taking on a last minute opportunity to work on a Fall research with project with her favorite professor in Tanzania, but something about the city felt weirdly the same and 100% different all at the same time. Excitedly, she pulled open the heavy wooden door to a cozy little bar Downtown, cute little Christmas garlands already adorning the bar top on November 7th. She was just about to order a gin and tonic when a familiar voice called her name from the corner. “Oh my fucking God!” she squealed, reaching out for a hug. “It’s been too fucking long!”

Training with her trainer was now a morning staple, the redhead trying to get back into the swing of things after a few months being absent from boxing and MMA. Practicing near the window of the gym, Athena smiled as she was able to do the new move, taking a step back as she took a drink. “Game on,” she smirked as she set the bottle back down to keep practicing. Noticing a stare as she tried the move again, she spoke loudly for them to hear. “Enjoying the show?”

10 am on a Sunday morning was the crack of dawn for most New Yorkers; however, for Xyla Villanueva, 10 am meant she’d already been awake for hours. She had already taken Butters out for a walk, tidied up her apartment and answered a number of panicked emails from clients by 9:30, leaving her with zero responsibilities for the rest of the day. The idea of laying in bed all day, starting a number of television shows on Netflix or maybe hitting the gym sounded good in her head. In fact, it was probably what she needed to mentally and physically reset for another stress-filled week. But considering days away from responsibilities were few and far between, resuscitating her suffering social life was exactly how she wanted to spend the rest of the day.

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