𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗮.

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don’t be like what? i’m busy, lorenzo.

looking up from behind her computer, her gaze lands on, @kaleefell. she’s been following up on an investigation for him. her brows are raised, indicating she’s wondering what he’s needing. “yes, general?” she asks, leaning back in her seat, her arms crossed over her chest.

hello.

so much for my birthday. see you later.

i pAy yOuR bIlLs. you wanna know what i do?

i think your stay is past due. take the dog and go, please.

i think your dog needs to stop scratching up my floors. next.

i think we need separate houses.

mila needs a boyfriend, lorenzo.

🧍🏻‍♀️happy birthday to me, i guess.

no flowers. and not a car. a new cat?

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿.

it just depends, i guess. they die in a few days anyway. i don’t even have a vase.

turns out, i really like flowers.

thank you to the mystery man who left flowers on my desk. you’re doing more than ( some ).

good afternoon, i miss my boyfriend who’s not my boyfriend but my boyfriend.

🙎🏻‍♀️ remember you said that ship sailed long ago? keep that same energy, lorenzo.