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beginning. (2 broke girls: Max & Caroline.)
She didn’t do this out of the goodness of her heart.
At least not in the beginning, she only wanted a really good laugh.
Max Black didn’t have a heart, she couldn’t afford one when she nearly lost her apartment. And along with her soul, she sold it to whoever had been available (like a cheap pair of worn lady panties that she’d put up on ebay for some quick cash.)
So it wasn’t fair that it was now months from when she had first picked her up and let her in, when she had first gotten a good shot of humor to see a princess struggle in the slums. But now that there was enough trouble and depression to go around the block (just not enough Prozac for the two of them to share) Max still hadn’t kicked Caroline out of her apartment.
And that really should have set off alarms in her head.
But Max blamed Caroline and the cupcake business that she had engrained into her brain, and yeah, she did like this, this little arrangement that they have created for themselves.
Even if she wouldn’t ever say it out loud, maybe baby-talk it to Chestnut sometimes when there was just too much on her mind and not enough frosting in her mouth.
Still, it wasn’t as though she would ever admit that to Caroline, she already had such a hard time swallowing it down herself.
XXX Kuro