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TEXT-Alex The Okay: I'm bored, do you want to go make paparazzo confused as to what we are? It could be fun?

He gestured with the coffee and the area around them. "Not exactly a break it you buy it thing, but stains are quite difficult to get out, if it doesn't ruin whatever was stained."

for   just   a   brief   second,   henry   is   confused;   but   that's   all   it   takes   before   the   realization   is   settling   in   and   he's   reaching   upwards   to   where   his   latest   decision   rests.   it   had   been   completely   impulsive   on   his   way   home,   he'd   nearly   talked   himself   out   of   it   more   than   a   few   times   but   a   little   nudge   from   his   best   friend   over   the   phone   and   ...   well,   he   didn't   hate   it   at   all.   the   metal   is   cool   against   the   tips   of   his   fingers.         ❛❛   do   you   hate   it?   ❜❜         henry   wonders,   brow   furrowing   as   he   tried   to   think   of   if   alex   had   ever   mentioned   not   liking   them   -   the   former   prince   draws   a   blank.      

"I never want to see cake again," Henry muttered under his breath as he looked at the monstrosity currently taking up space on a table in the corner of his room. The cake incident at Philips wedding had put him off and apparently now he was being haunted by it. "Who's wedding is this again?"

even though it had been years since president bartlet had left the white house, josh felt like he could never leave. it wasn’t exactly the same without president bartlet, cj, and leo but he admired president claremont and her new ideas. her staff were even more welcoming, if that was possible. he was especially impressed with the self-proclaimed white house trio, it was obviously they cared about their roles, alex especially. josh smiled and chuckled a little, he hoped alex stayed onto that excitement for as long as he could. “please, it’s the least i could do,” he said with a shake of his hand. “i owe you for all your work on your mom’s campaign anyway. you turned texas blue for the first time in decades! centuries!”

"I think I'm still a little jet lagged. I just need some breakfast." Toast. Runny eggs. Black coffee. Give her a bit of that, some aspirin, and a few hours more sleep and she'd be right as rain.