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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 1, 2009 13:40:56 GMT -7
Wilson laughed---it felt so good to be able to laugh again. The worst was behind them now. Things could only get better, or so Wilson liked to think. "I'll see you at seven, House," he said, smiling. "Don't be late." Like House was really going to be late to anything that involved scantily-clad women.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 13:51:58 GMT -7
"Yeah, sure, you betcha," House nodded. As if he would be late, indeed. It was good seeing Wilson laugh. Wilson had been sad and troubled for so long. His conversation with Wilson was giving him ideas. He pulled open his door and waved jauntily at Wilson before he left. He contemplated the germ of thought brewing in his mind for a moment. The more he looked at the idea, the more he approved of it. He nodded firmly. He had a certain doctor to find.
After all, what kind of friend would he be if he didn't get his friend a farewell gift?
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