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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan hugged her tight with a big smile, happy to see her. "I missed you," he murmured to her. "So are you still gonna move in? My parents can't wait to meet you,"
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"Yeah, I am." She nodded. "Just been busy packing my stuff up." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan smiled at her. "Okay, when are you thinking you'll move in?" |
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"This weekend, hopefully." She responded. |
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Dylan smiled and nodded. "Okay. My parents have already got the spare bedroom ready for you to move in," he said releasing her from the hug. |
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"Alright." She stated. "Most of my stuff is packed, so." |
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Dylan nodded and smiled. "Just text me when you want me to pick you up," he said, clearly excited for her to move in. "Did you tell your parents?" |
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"Yeah. They told me to get out, and don't come back." She nodded. |
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Dylan enveloped her in a big hug. "You won't ever have to see them again," he murmured to her. "I promise," |
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"I'll hold that to ya." She mused. |
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