It was 7 PM. Cuddy fastened her ہار in front of the mirror, she Heard someone’s knocking to the door. She took her پرس, تھیلی from the میز, جدول and went to open. As she expected it was House. He was dressed like always, this time in his motor jacket, ہیلمیٹ in the left and cane in the right hand. He checked her out from her feet to the head and smirked. She always looked like 5 million bucks but this time she applied to look better if that’s even possible. She remembered his words about plunging necklines and short skirts and she knew he wasn’t joking, so she wore her new skirt, same length...
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