#jan.

This blog is going to still be on hiatus until the start of 2020 most likely!

I have my new computer, she is a beast and I love her, but I don’t really have the energy or time to get sims ready/etc. SO, my advent will continue in January with hopefully some new content. 🤞

                  This wasn’t the best start to the week. This was punishment for spending a small fortune on the custom powder coat on his seventies mustang, when money probably should have handled been handled a bit better. Just adding that fresh paint job with that deep black stripe down the base was making his car, at least to him, sex on wheels. Calvin was stubborn, more so than most people and he refused to miss out on the luxuries that came with a good life ── at least not while he could afford to enjoy it. Because to him, there were very few things that mattered anymore. His girl, his job, his dog, and his car. “Hey, sweet girl.” Calvin cooed to the sweet Shepherd the moment he had relieved her from her time spent in her kennel, arriving back at the loft not even ten or so minutes prior. As he took the time to praise her on her time well spent, he tossed the keys he was returned, his wallet and phone onto the counter, only to be interrupted with a swift knock on his door. Not very many had frequented the McCoy home, so with a brow ticked, he figured it was for Caleigh. Not thinking much of it, the cop glided through the spacious kitchen and living room where the front door rested against red brick, swinging it open. While he didn’t know what to expect, his drastic expression that came across once he saw who it was sort of failed him. 

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