How the Other Half Lived

"What you want, you run away from. What you need, you don't have a clue."

-Gregory House

By: Ophelia Forbes

Disclaimer: The ones you don't know are mine, the ones you do aren't.

Summary: It was time to go, she had to go, but will he stop her? Is he ready to lay everything down the line, to finally forgive and move on…for her. And will she let him?

Spoilers/Timeline:

Note: I must admit, the reviews surprised me! I did not know I'd get that much review for my first story! Thank you all so, so much! I loved reading them! I'm so glad you guys liked the first chapter, now I hope I don't let you down with the coming ones. Pressure is on! Whoo…hee, and kudos for those who agreed Lisa E/Cuddy is worth going gay for!

A little bit of House/Cuddy/Wilson because I love them three together!

Chapter Two: Let it Be

Limping along trying to keep up with the monotonous clicking of heels through the Clinic down to the elevators, House grunted as the brunette made no attempt to slow down for him. "Hey, cripple here, you could try and slow down?"

Stopping, she turned to him, her eyes darting past him before meeting his eyes. "Why are you following me?"

"Uh, drug trials?" he said as if it was obvious.

"That was a lie and you know it," she muttered with a huff before spinning and heading to the elevators once more, maintaining her previous pace.

"What was that all about anyway?" he asked, keeping up with a huff.

She shot him a look as she stepped into the empty lift, pressing the third floor. "None of your business."

House glanced at the button. "Going my way?"

She rolled her eyes. "Dream on."

They both stood in silence as the doors closed.

"You're not going up there to my office," he stated, watching the buttons on the overhead panel.

"Wow, brilliant jerk and psychic," she said sarcastically. "I got me a two-fer. Yipee."

"You're going up there to see Wilson," he ignored her sarcasm.

"I am?" she feigned shock. "My god, you're brilliant! You so can see the future."

He cocked his head to the side. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," she said, shrugging. "I am just shocked by your earth-shattering visions. Like, really."

For such a smart woman, she played dumb really well.

"You're more sarcastic than usual," he said, his brows knitting. "And you've been hissy for a while now. I would have thought having your evil lair remodeled and revamped would have wiped out your pissiness. What, new table not doing it for you?"

"My—"

"Or maybe no one doing you on your table, I can't guess which," he said, pretending to look clueless, shaking his head with a blank look.

She glared at him just as the doors opened with a ding. "My office is none of your business too and," she stepped out, with him close behind. "I had to put in another order for my desk, seeing as they made a mistake with the one I actually ordered."

He stopped. "What's wrong with the one in your office now?"

She shrugged. "Some idiot got me the wrong table. It's not what I needed."

"That table…"

She spun around to face him. "What?"

"That was your table from med school," he finished, gripping his cane. "Your mother had it in storage for you. I took it out."

She rolled her eyes. "Contrary to what you believe," she turned to face him, pinning him with a glare as she walked towards him. "I am not an idiot so I don't care how you did it, whether you had to break into that storage space or bribe some idiot to do it for you, I know it was you."

"You're welcome, by the way," he muttered, watching her oddly now, wondering what he had done wrong. She had been angrier at him more than usual for a while now, originally making him think she was still mad about her office bathroom and hadn't figured out he was responsible for taking her old desk back, but looking at her now, he realized this was different.

House could see the vicious light in her eyes, the clenching of her fists at her sides and the set of her jaw—this was not the pissy-Cuddy he loved seeing so much. This was different, which scared and confused him. What did he do now?

He honestly expected her to come thanking him for the "grand gesture" once she realized what he had done. She had loved that desk from her med school years, studying on it and sometimes eating, while he lay on her bed, tutoring her at the same time stealing her food and rummaging through her bedside drawer, annoying her to no end, but not enough to have her kick him out.

There were a lot of memories on that desk, House had remembered fondly. He had thought he had done the right choice, but seeing her now, right in front of him, looking as if she truly hated him, he knew this was different.

What the hell did he do now?

He had been on his almost good behavior lately. Almost.

"'You're welcome'?" she repeated, looking amused but at the same time angrier. "'You're welcome'!"

"Yeah," he said, shrugging. "That's what you usually say when a person does something nice for you like…I don't know, getting your old desk back for you?"

"Not only are you an ass, but you," she pointed at him, her finger drawing both eyes to the pointed nail at the tip, wondering if it was about to gorge his eyes out. "Are an annoying, disrespectful, arrogant, insensitive son of a b—"

"Dr. Cuddy?"

Cuddy stopped and turned to see Dr. James Wilson, hands on his hips with his sleeves tucked up to his elbows, looking at them. She could see the frustration and impatience on his face. "Dr. Wilson, I was just coming—"

"For an afternoon delight," House cut in then shrugged, "I just rejected her, she's not taking it so well. God, I just can't take it! She is insatiable."

She speared him with a look. "Shut up you—"

"Okay, okay," Wilson said, raising his hands in front of him, palms out. "My office is open, Lisa, you can—"

"Lisa?" House echoed mockingly. "What the hell is that? She's a screeching hyena. Since when have we been first name basis with the Devil here, James?"

Wilson shook his head then looked at Cuddy who looked like she was ready to pounce on House. "My office is open, I'm free, go ahead."

Cuddy nodded stiffly then walked away, glaring at House.

The two men waited until their fiery boss made it into her office. Wilson shook his head at House. "What did you do?"

"Me?" House said, disbelievingly. "Why did I have to do something?"

"Because you always do," Wilson said with a sigh. "She'll tell me anyway."

House rolled his eyes. "I did not do anything, Jimmy. In fact, I was just aiming the twins a visit and there was this Greek tragedy standing in her office, manhandling her. I saved her so no, apart from that very bad thing, I didn't do anything."

Wilson shook his head. "Right, you really want me to believe a man was manhandling Cuddy and you stepped in and saved her."

"Yes," House said, twirling his cane. "Duh?"

"Like anyone would live to tell the tale after messing with Cuddy," he stared at House. "Well, except you." Wilson sighed. "House," he shook his head tiredly. "Just…leave her alone. She hasn't been feeling great since the whole office thing you pulled."

"I got her her damned table," House snapped. "I think that entitles me to some free-bitching days, don't you agree?"

"You haven't done your clinic duty," Wilson supplied. "You have three weeks backed up."

House let his head loll to the side. "I've delegated it to each of my ducklings. It's all covered, I'm a genius that way."

"You busted something again?" Wilson asked, guessing through the lists on what House might have done to have Cuddy on the warpath.

House thought for a moment. "Uh, no."

"Did you sleep in coma guy's room?"

"Coma guy died two days ago."

"Seriously?" Wilson asked, shocked.

"No," House shrugged. "Just not into talking with the guy right now; we had a bit of a row." He crossed his arms petulantly. "I am not apologizing first. He called me names after I told him to wake up and smell the cleavage."

Wilson shook his head. "Why do I even bother?"

"You're hot for me."

"Oh, ew," Wilson's face scrunched up. "House!"

"What?"

"I'm going to talk to Cuddy…"

"You mean listen to her screech," House smirked. "I bet that turns on the wonder boy oncologist, the frisky little nut."

Wilson stared at him. "Unbelievable." He sighed deeply. "Did you insult another patient or family member? Get sued or punched someone?"

"No," House answered. "It's been a while since that happened. I think I'm actually going through getting-sued-withdrawal."

"How tragic," Wilson responded dryly. "I gotta go."

House frowned. "Elise."

Wilson stopped. "What?"

"Do you know anyone called Elise?" House prodded, wondering why he was asking Wilson. If he didn't know, there was a bigger chance his best friend didn't.

Wilson thought for a moment. "I had a classmate in fourth grade named Elise, but I haven't seen her in years so I'm guessing you're not talking about her."

"The Greek-god-wannabe kept calling Cuddy 'Elise'," House said, his blue eyes darkening. "And we both know her name is Lisa since you called her that after our little group pow-wow."

"I don't know anyone called Elise, but I do know there is a Lisa waiting in my office," Wilson said, turning to the direction of his office. "Go to your office, play ball or Gameboy. Just don't bother her right now, Greg."

House frowned deeper at his friend's retreating back. "Whatever you say Jimmy!"

Giving one last warning look, Wilson walked back to his office, his hand on the back of his neck while House watched, waiting until his best friend had shut his office door before he slinked off into his own office, a plan already hatched in his mind.

House just knew he had to thank God for balconies.

-o0o-

Wilson slipped into his office to find Cuddy pacing back and forth in front of his desk, his little Dalmatian puppy stuffed toy that a patient gave to her was in her hands, squeezing it then releasing it again and again. Her heels clacked and her white lab coat swooshed against her legs as she sped back and forth, unrelenting in speed and apparently not tiring.

Three weeks after that moment in Cuddy's office where she hovered over her old desk with that brilliant smile on her face, Wilson had expected that she and a certain Diagnostician would have had something between them. Sex, love, a few smiles or, heaven forbid, a relationship—anything, as long as something changed.

Wilson knew the "grand gesture" had been House the moment Cuddy confirmed it had not been her mother and seeing that smile on her face, the look of pure happiness that Wilson realized he had not seen in years, he had thought she would have caved to House now.

But in those three weeks, Cuddy had been pulling tighter on House's reins harder than ever, hounding him for clinic hours, telling him off at every single broken rule and barging into Wilson's office to complain and demand that he control his "smug, arrogant, lying, pathetic, obnoxious ass" of a friend.

Through it all, he had had Cuddy in his office more than usual and Wilson truly did not mind. He liked helping the overworked Administrator, but every time he asked why she was so upset with "The Jerk", as she had labeled him, she would close off and tell him curtly that she had to go.

The subject of "The Jerk" had done nothing well except have her scream more, if not, then storm out. Wilson had asked, more than he bothered to count, and got no answer from the woman. He had went to House, badgering him and pushing him to admit what he had done to set her off, but later realized that, for once, the man was completely innocent.

Though, in Wilson's mind, he was probably more clueless than innocent.

Sighing, Wilson closed the door behind him. "What did he do now?"

"Nothing," Cuddy muttered, squeezing the toy's middle. "Nothing, absolutely nothing."

Wilson raised an eyebrows, still standing by the door. "O-kay, so…what's going on?"

"Nothing," she repeated, the puppy in her hand now caught around the neck by her hands.

Wilson let his head drop, his chin falling to his chest, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Cuddy, is everything okay? Do you need anything?"

Cuddy shook her head, hands wringing the dog still. "Don't…don't really know. It's…weird, but, ha, not weird, weird as in killed someone weird, just…weird, weird, weird. You know?"

She had spoken it so fast he almost didn't understand her. "Uh, pardon me?"

Cuddy looked up, her eyes taking on a remarkable impression of a deer caught in the headlights. "Nothing, Wilson, I just…God, this is insane." Her hands flew to her head, grabbing them as if she was losing her mind.

"Does this have anything to do with the name 'Elise'?" Wilson asked slowly, knowing if he dived right in there was a possibility she might go off and bite his head off or, runaway.

Cuddy froze. "House told…you about that?" She sighed at the same time squeezed the little dog's neck. "Of course he did. What else did he tell you?"

Wilson shrugged. "Something about saving you from a Greek god who was calling you Elise and manhandled you and House saving you, you know, the usual."

"He was not manhandling me," she said quickly, almost too quickly, but not quite enough for Wilson to notice anything odd. "It was just some guy…talking about a cancer patient. Must have mistaken me for someone else, that's all…"

"Cancer patient?" Wilson asked. "Who?"

"No one you know," she said simply. "I suggested they come see you, but he says the patient doesn't want treatment and things got weird then House showed up."

"Weird how?"

"Don't know," she shrugged, placing the almost deformed puppy back onto his table. "But he wanted any sort of help, but we can't help them if they have the diagnosis and a patient willing to die now, right?"

Wilson nodded. "I suppose."

Cuddy sat down on the couch not too far from his desk. "He wasn't manhandling me."

"You already said that," Wilson said, taking the in front of his desk and turning it so he can sit in front of her. "But what about him calling you a different name?"

"I told you, he must have mistook me for someone else," she said dismissively. "I really don't know what I'm doing here."

Wilson nodded. "It helps to have somewhere to go just for the hell of it, right?"

"I guess," Cuddy said, nodding.

"I mean, House has that park where people jog," Wilson said with a small grin. "Though I don't think he goes there as much anymore."

Cuddy almost smiled. "He goes there to hide from me. I'm just…not hiding."

Wilson's brow furrowed. "Not hiding, but House did say he saved you. From what?"

Cuddy shrugged. "The man who came by was insisting I see his patient, but I…I'm not an oncologist so there's really no point since I can't save him. He was insisting I do then House came in then you know, he spurted out some lie to get me out so I did."

Wilson lifted his chin, his eyebrows raised. "House lied for you?"

Cuddy grinned. "Weird, eh? But it was good as any offer, I took it now here I am."

"What about the man?" Wilson inquired, wondering if they needed to worry about some patient's family member going after Cuddy.

"What about him?" Cuddy asked, suddenly guarded.

"Did he leave?"

"Oh," Cuddy said, relaxing visibly. "Right, no, I don't know. I left him in my office."

"Want me to check with Cody?"

Cuddy nodded. "Please."

Wilson grabbed his office phone. "She's good, by the way, your assistant, Cody. She's nice, hard working too, it appears."

Cuddy smiled. "Yeah, I got lucky for once. She's very reliable and pleasant. It's a damned big plus she can handle House and his crap as much as she can."

Wilson grinned. "And here I thought you were the last of your kind."

-o0o-

House stood by the door of Wilson's balcony, body pressed as close as possible to the wall, his can looped through his belt. Inside, he could see Cuddy, mercilessly taking out her anxiety on the gaudy little toy from Wilson's desk, which House guessed was another gift from some dying patient. He rolled his eyes, hand holding while you die, how precious and so Wilson.

He had to stick by the wall, which made him itch for two more pieces of Vicodin, knowing the strain of holding himself up without his cane was straining on his thigh. But then Cuddy was pacing like a roving Doberman stuck in a cage. Knowing her, him making further movements by reaching for his pill bottle might alert her to his presence.

The woman was a human Doberman herself.

She knew how to growl, attack, track and, if his memory served him right, she could also bite. The thought of her sinking her teeth into his skin almost made him squirm. God, how he would love that, imagining the image of the ever powerful Lisa Cuddy possibly dominating him in his own bedroom, guessing that she was definitely a born dominatrix. Very hot, very sexy and oh so Cuddy…

House willed himself to stop fantasizing, this was definitely not the time for his friend to come up and play. He wondered how the Dean of Medicine would react to him playing the role of peeping tom outside Wilson's office while she sat, playing out her hot doctor role while he…

The sudden movement caught his eye as Cuddy sat down on Wilson's couch, while his best friend took the seat from his desk and sat in front of her. He rolled his eyes. Of course, Wilson was playing shrink for her too.

Traitor, his mind chastised his friend. He could possibly have the key to Cuddy's secrets which, in House's mind, should require Wilson to spill it all to House, his bestest, funnest, coolest friend.

But then it was so Wilson to sit there and play sounding board to Cuddy as she spilled out her girlish dreams and woes. The man knew simply how to be 'the good guy' so it was natural that a woman so private and overworked as Cuddy would give in and talk to the guy.

It was logical, but it did not make House anywhere near happy.

He was supposed to know Cuddy better, right? How was he supposed to do that when boy wonder was in there spinning his magic, being all sweet and caring.

The image of the two going out again on a date made House reach for his cane…

Of course, he wasn't jealous. Who would want another ex-Mrs.-Wilson? Besides, he wasn't ready, having just lost Amber and all. And Cuddy for his best-friend-in-law…dear God, help them all, House would not have that.

House convinced himself a long time ago he was just looking out for his best friend and his hyena-bred boss. Really, it was better if Cuddy stayed Cuddy instead of becoming Mrs. Wilson.

Lisa Cuddy-Wilson, the words floated in House's mind, making him cringe. She would keep her name, he knew. Lisa Wilson…House almost gagged.

Sick.

He shook his head. Not happening, not if he could help it.

Frowning, he peeked inside the office, seeing that now Wilson was on the phone while Cuddy, from what little House could see from her profile, sat on the couch, one hand fidgeting with the pearls around her neck while the other arm was draped across her stomach. Her legs were crossed, one knee jutted up while the rest of the leg with her red high heel clad foot bounced tensely while the other lay flat and still on the floor.

Everything about her screamed tense as she seemed to drown in anxiety, but underneath, House could see a lace of fear as well, hidden beneath the surface. From what? He didn't know, but from his position, it was obvious he was going to damned well find out. He would play his role, badgering her and stalking her until she would be forced to tell him, or better, he would catch her on whatever she was being skitterish about.

It was very like the same game they have been playing for the past twenty years, the way it has always been from the moment he met her on the tracks of Michigan University to the way everything else in their lives intertwined and simply fell into place. Their life, side by side, was like a never ending game of Cat and Mouse, but neither of them were really sure who was what most of the time.

Peeking through the glass again, he watched just in time as Wilson put his office phone down, giving Cuddy a puzzled look as she looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for something. They exchanged a few words and House saw relief in Cuddy's face while Wilson looked confused.

House knew there was something going on, but watching Cuddy smile and shake her head a little, at Wilson as he spoke of something that obviously confused or bothered him, he knew his best friend had no idea what was really going on.

The clueless shrink, House labeled his friend. He felt better already.

Watching, House concluded he would beat the two of them, finding out what was really going on with Cuddy and kick Wilson's ass.

Yes, that was always fun.

-o0o-

"Okay, thank you Cody. I'll tell her, yes. Good bye."

Cuddy waited until Wilson put his phone back in its cradle and turned to her before getting an answer to her unasked question.

"The man, a Mr. Nathan Wislow," Wilson began. "Left after you and House left him in your office. He left a message with Cody, telling you to call him as soon as you can, concerning the patient. He said he was willing to help his brother with your help as well. He left his card with his office and home numbers and addresses."

Cuddy nodded. "Right, of course. Anything else?"

Wilson shrugged. "Not really, but Leese," he watched her. "Do you really not know this guy? From the way Cody told me about this Winslow character, he seems to think he does know you."

Cuddy didn't answer immediately, looking as if trying to jog her memory about the man mentioned. "No, Wilson, I really do not know that man."

Wilson sighed. "Right…do you think…"

Cuddy waited then added slowly, "Do I think…what?"

"Do you think we should be worried?" Wilson asked, hesitantly.

"What?" Cuddy asked, puzzled. "Worried? About what?"

"This guy, of course," Wilson said, as if it was obvious. "Like, he could be some weird stalker or something, you know, dangerous?"

Cuddy smiled. It was always cute to see Wilson so caring. Meddlesome the man may be, he was a good friend with good intentions, always there to worry and care about her and House, sometimes a little too much, but he was James Wilson. His entire being dictated he worry about everything and everyone around him.

She shook her head and stood up, walking to him. "Oh, James," she placed her hand on his cheek. "You worry too much."

"He could be dangerous, Leese," Wilson said, his eyes soft and filled with worry. "We shouldn't take chances like this."

She bent down, kissing him on the cheek lightly. "Don't worry, he's harmless. Just another—"

"My, my isn't this cozy?" came the booming voice, making her jump back from Wilson who looked up with wide eyes.

Almost tripping on her heels, Cuddy glared at the intruder. "House!"

"You!" he pointed his cane at her. "Little minx! You did come here for an afternoon delight, taking advantage of this poor little oncologist!"

Cuddy glared. "House, get out!"

He ignored her as he turned to Wilson who was still seated, looking guilty as if he had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. "You!" House jabbed with his cane. "Sneaky little Iago! Where is the loyalty? The friendship? Bros over Hos! This treachery!"

"House," Wilson said, calmly, though he was bit worried, noticing the serious glint in his best friend's eyes. There was anger, for sure, and Wilson knew House would not hesitate to use his cane. "Calm down, Lisa and I—"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" House boomed. "Lisa? More like Lady Macbeth, and you!" he pointed an accusing finger at Wilson. "Sir Macbeth have been plotting with the little minx, haven't you? Haven't you!"

"Oh for god sakes," Cuddy muttered, rolling her eyes before grabbing the raging man by the collar, pulling him to her face. "House! Shut the hell up!"

House stopped, eyes wide, before she let his collar go and plopped back into her seat on Wilson's couch. The oncologist hid his smile as House stared at her, slightly open mouthed then at him.

"We were just talking," she said, slowly, obviously understanding his possessiveness of her. It always marveled Wilson how she didn't seemed bothered by it, even when it came to House coming between the two of them.

Her need to explain to House what they had been doing obviously meant she was accepting his possessive nature and was nowhere near telling him off on it. In fact, watching her, Wilson could almost see she was completely complacent in the whole deal. It was interesting to him, seeing her that way, not really letting House take advantage of her, but rather, her giving herself freely to be claimed by him.

No matter how much time he spent thinking about it and knit-picking them, Wilson knew he would never fully figure them out. Their relationship, whatever it was, was something just between the two of them, never fully revealing the history or the real emotions underneath. In many ways, they were both alike, making it quite possible for them to love and hate without fully doing either so and coming back at the end of each day right next to each other, comfortable and near pleasant, but never really admitting it as that.

"Talking?" House mocked. "About what?"

Cuddy frowned. "Sit your ass down, you're too damned tall and I don't want to break my neck."

House dropped his head to his chest before nodding and saying in a low deep voice, "Yes, mistress, Lady Macbeth."

He proceeded to sit next to her, plopping his cane rudely on her lap, making her glare at him as he smiled at Wilson sinisterly. "So," he threw his arm up, landing it on Cuddy's shoulder. "What are we talking about, gang?"

Wilson looked at Cuddy who nodded, crossing her arm over her stomach again while the other hand cradled her head. "Cuddy and I were just talking about the," House scowled when Wilson used air quotes, "'Greek god' from her office that you, dear sir, gallantly saved her from."

"I never called him Greek god," House scowled. "I said, and I quote myself—"

Cuddy smirked. "You would."

House ignored her. "'Greek tragedy' or 'Greek-god-wannabe'…"

Wilson sighed. "Yes, that. Whatever, but we were talking about him and I was suggesting that maybe we should be careful, seeing as this man might be dangerous—"

Cuddy shook her head. "He isn't."

House raised an eyebrow. "Funny, if my memory serves me right, a certain doctor did get shot in this very hospital, not too far from this room actually—"

"That's different!" Cuddy countered.

"How? Anyone can pull a gun!" Wilson cut in.

House went on. "And was he or was he not a patient's family member?"

Cuddy scowled. "Well, that doctor does deserve to get shot now and again…"

"But not you," Wilson cut in again. "Leese, I just want us to be more careful."

"Oh now I deserve to get shot? Wow, I'm feelin' the love, bro!"

"This is getting a little out of hand…" Cuddy said slowly.

"I did not say that!" Wilson said to House. "I merely said she doesn't need to have some weirdo toting a gun out for her!"

"And yet you didn't deny I deserved getting shot," House jeered.

"We're talking about Lisa here, not you…"

"Lisa, eh? Wow, you really are that tight, huh?"

"House…" Cuddy tried to stop them from further.

"Because, unlike you, I do care to show I care about someone…"

"Yeah, yeah. We saw that in paper already. Betcha Missus-es Wilson 1, 2 and 3 can testify to that, right Jimmy?"

"You're unbelievable."

"Of course I am…"

"Oh would you two stop it!" came the shout as Cuddy jumped from her seat, tossing House's cane aside and pushing him away. She glared at him then at Wilson. "You two are so immature!" she screeched. "I am two inches from pulling my hair out!" she made a grab for her curly locks.

"Leese, I'm sorry…" Wilson began but she shook her head, raising a hand up to stop him.

"Oh, Cuddy, so hot when so pissed, I'm so turned on right now!"

"Shut up!" she snapped. "You two do whatever it is you do. I'm going," she headed for the door.

"Lisa!" Wilson called. "I'm sorry!"

"Yeah," Cuddy said dismissively. "And to think I went here to clear my head!"

With that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her loudly, making House grin as Wilson cradled his head in his hands, elbows on his knees.

"Well, thanks House, that sure worked out great," Wilson said sarcastically.

"Happy to help," House replied cheerfully. "Let's go reward me with some ice cream!"

"You're an ass."

"I know you are but what am I?"

-o0o-

Too long, I know, and a bit lame, but it will pick up! Promise. I just needed something in between before I slip the new characters in. I just liked the whole House/Cuddy/Wilson friendship…this was a bit out of character, I noticed, but I liked them this way. Hey, I tried.

Maybe I blew the whole friends scene, but tell me anyway!

Reviews are very much welcomed! Thank you for the people (and non-people, if there are any out there) who reviewed! You made my week! Thank you!

Let me know if it's too long, I can probably make shorter chapters if I can.

All explanations on who's who to who and why who's where for who will be answered soon. I am SO glad you seem to be interested who Nathan and Elliot are! Review then I'll update then you'll know who they are. Fair trade, eh?

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