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Santana scoffs. Life isn't super great or anything, for the record. She doesn't spend all her time snuggling and having deep conversations about the cat's emotional health and loving ducks. She hates her job. She hates most of her classes. The shower in this shithole apartment has two settings: 'freezing' and 'brown.' She has no real idea what she's doing.

I just love the idea that things are not perfect, like you imagine love in high school, but they are wonderful (and Brittany, Brittany, Brittany).

Much love, of course. So funny and the rhythm of their barely-a-conversation is delightful.

Liz/Wesley Snipes is always welcome too (hee hee).