A/N: Kind of an uneventful chapter; dunno if I like it. And my chapters keep getting longer and longer without me meaning for them to be! My first chapter was only like a thousand words (which I had planned to keep them all), and this one's close to six thousand! Mehhh.

Didja hear? Anna Kendrick confirmed that Hailee's character was gonna be the 'new Beca' in Pitch Perfect 2:{/ Dunno if I like this idea; I like Beca as the main character. It's not Pitch Perfect without the Pitch Perfect characters, so why not use the Pitch Perfect characters as the forefront characters instead of some new OC? Meh.

Sidenote, this chapter is dedicated to blue-wasabi24, who is totally aca-awesome and who had a birthday yesterday. So this chapter is a belated birthday present to her (because I suck at timing). Happy birthday dude! You so great:{D

DISCLAIMER: Lol don't own it.

Beca's eyes flickered open in alertness as a metallic clank echoed through the prison chamber, the pale moonlight just barely illuminating the cramped cell she was residing in. The brunette glanced around warily for what had roused her from her slumber, and it took a moment for her sleep-clouded brain to register the quiet shuffling noise coming from her window.

"Pssst! B, you in there?" a familiar voice whispered through the barred window. The bandit hurriedly forced herself to her feet as she shook the remnants of sleep away, and Beca grinned as she saw a three-pronged metal hook snagged onto the window, a hooded figure peering through the bars curiously.

"Cynthia Rose! Yeah, I'm here," Beca responded in a hushed voice, stepping closer to the wall. The window was a good foot higher than the small brunette, and she stood on the tips of her toes as she spoke. "Am I ever glad to see you. Are you guys all okay?"

"Us? Yeah, we all made it safely out of the castle with our loot thanks to you. We should be asking you if you're okay, bro. You got hit pretty good by that arrow," Cynthia Rose responded, readjusting her grip on the rope she was using to scale the side of the castle.

"Yeah, it's fine. The arrow hit was nothing. Looked way worse than it actually was," Beca brushed off her teammate's concern, deciding to withhold from mentioning the 'questioning' she had endured. "What're you guys doing here? What's the plan?"

Beca heard the other Bella let out a slow breath. "You're... gonna have to tough it out in there for a few more days, B. They've really upped security since our heist attempt. We were lucky to be able to come talk to you tonight at all," CR informed her leader hesitantly, tone apologetic. "We're hoping to create a diversion on the opposite side of the castle that'll distract the guards long enough to let us sneak in and get you, but it'll take us a few days to prepare it. We're negotiating with Lilly from the thieve's guild at the moment for supplies."

"What kind of diversion? How long will it take?" Beca inquired, furrowing her brows.

"We were thinking an explosion or something," the dark skinned woman responded. "One big enough to do some damage to the castle, but small enough not to bring harm anyone inside. With Lilly helping us, it should only take us like... three days. A week at the most."

"A week? Dude, I don't know if they're gonna keep me around that long." The Bella leader let out an exasperated sigh. "Once they realize I'm not going to cough up any information on the Bellas, they're not going to hesitate to off me."

"I know, I'm sorry B. It's the best we could come up with. We'll try to hurry the process along as fast as we can," CR offered feebly.

Beca let out a breath of defeat, chewing her lip thoughtfully. After a small pause she reached into her tunic with her cuffed hands, fishing out the vials of the Mortix Elixir. Beca was grateful she had decided to slip them into her pocket instead of her bag, and the guards hadn't known about her tunic's inside pocket when they searched her for weapons. It was a miracle they hadn't been broken during her questioning, and the brunette quickly analyzed the glass for any cracks before holding them up to Cynthia Rose.

"Here. If I'm going to be in here awhile, then I want you guys to take these to Stacie," Beca instructed, standing on the tips of her toes to offer the vials through the bars.

"The elixir? Man, they didn't take these from you when they captured you?" the other girl questioned incredulously, taking a moment to adjust her grip on the rope before she took the vials. She held them up for a brief moment, inspecting the clear liquid through the glass before slipping them into her own tunic pocket.

"No, the guards here are boneheads," Beca waved her off. "From what I've gathered, the elixir works as a cleanser. You just need to pour a little bit onto the infected injury and it should get rid of the mysterious black blood illness. I need you and the other Bellas to take it to Stacie, as fast as you can."

Beca's tone had taken on a heavy layer of seriousness, and Cynthia Rose's brows furrowed in concern. "Stacie? But what..."

"I... Didn't want to tell you guys," Beca sighed, rubbing her eyes. "The reason I led the heist into the castle to get the elixir is because... Stacie..."

A small gasp escaped the other Bella's lips. "B, no."

Beca nodded morosely, avoiding CR's shocked shadowed gaze. "Stacie has the mysterious illness."

The leader heard Cynthia Rose swallow hard, and a pregnant pause weighed heavily on the cool night's air. "You mean she...? Bec, is she... okay?"

Beca nodded, letting out a shaky breath as she fidgeted with her thumb ring. "When we left for our castle break-in, she wasn't doing too well. We estimated she had a couple weeks or so before it took her. I was confident I would be out of here soon enough, but... I don't want to take any chances. Take the elixir to Stacie and help her, please CR."

"I will, B. Your sister will be back to normal before you can say 'Bella.'" Cynthia Rose nodded solumnly at the instruction, speaking in a determined tone that brought Beca comfort. "And then, once she's taken care of, we'll bust you out of here. Don't you worry your pretty little head, we got this."

"Glad to hear it." A smile ghosted Beca's lips, and she inconspicuously wiped at the wetness that had gathered in her eyes. "Once Stacie's cured and taken care of, you can use the other doses of the elixir to help anyone who needs it, free of charge. Start with the children." At the Bella's loyal nod, Beca sighed in relief. "Thank you CR, for everything. I'm counting on you."

"No problem B," Cynthia Rose grinned. "Now we need to jet, the guards'll be coming around any second. But we'll be sure to keep you updated, and we'll be back as soon as we can to break you out. It was good seeing you, B."

"You too," Beca said, grinning. "Be careful getting out of here. Make good choices!"

The dark skinned woman gave Beca a teasing mock salute, throwing her leader one last parting grin and nod before she began to slowly scale back down the wall. Beca could hear a small whispered commotion from who she guessed was the rest of the Bellas, and the brunette smiled in the familiar comfort their voices brought her as she listened to them lightly banter and bicker over which way to go.

Once the Bellas voices faded off, Beca moved back to her place on the floor, settling back down onto the stone ground with a small groan. Though it seemed like she would be trapped for awhile, Beca felt a huge weight off her shoulders knowing her sister would be okay; she hadn't been overly worried before, as she had trusted the Bellas to get her out before Stacie reached critical condition, but it was still comforting to no longer have such a serious time limit looming over her. It had also been rather comforting in general to be let in on what the Bellas were planning, to know what was going on and to simply get in touch with her team again, and with that comfort, paired with the relief of knowing her sister was in safe care, Beca was easily able to drift back off into a light slumber.

"And so the penguin goes, 'he's not an eggplant, he's retarded!" the prince finished, chuckling as the king and queen laughed - more out of politeness than amusement. Chloe didn't bother to fake amusement as she sighed in boredom, trying her hardest not to slump in her chair as she sat precariously at the head of the grand hall table. The royals were currently enjoying a nicely prepared lunch, with Aubrey and some of the other servants waiting on them readily as they ate and conversed. Prince Tom, who was conveniently seated next to her, was becoming irritatingly handsy with each passing moment as he charmed King Jefferson, and Chloe did her best to shove Tom's encroaching hands away without attracting her father's attention.

The king, hearing the princess' discontent sigh, turned his attention to his daughter. "What's the matter, Chloe? Didn't find the prince's joke amusing?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Uh, no, I've just heard it before," the redhead covered half-heartedly, offering a tight-lipped grin. Jefferson nodded, accepting this answer, and once he redirected his attention back to his food Chloe once again shoved Tom's hand off her leg, glaring at him. The prince only grinned cheekily in response, seeming to think of it as more of a game than harassment.

"Ready for the second course, your majesty?" Aubrey asked as she wheeled in a trolley of covered plates. At the king's nod of approval, the blonde began clearing away the dishes on the table, replacing them with fresh ones.

With Tom momentarily distracted with watching Aubrey switch the courses out, Chloe used her time free of the prince's attention to slip some of her first course food - a couple untouched buns and a few thick slices of chicken - into a small pouch she'd snuck under the table. The redhead always found it ridiculous how much food they were served each meal, way too much for one person to eat, and Chloe figured since she needed to bring a certain bandit some food, she might as well not let such beautifully prepared food go to waste. Besides, it saved her from having to sneak more food from the kitchen, which Chloe wasn't sure how many times Aubrey would allow.

As the princess discretely slid the last slice of chicken under the table, maneuvering it quietly into the pouch, Tom returned his attention to her, furrowing his brows in confusion when he saw what she was doing.

"Are you slipping the dog some scraps or something?" he asked jokingly. King Jefferson straightened up in his chair at this.

"Dog? We have a dog? When did we get a dog?" the king demanded incredulously.

"No honey, we don't have a dog," the queen assured her husband gently, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Then why is Chloe feeding a dog?"

"I'm not!" the princess defended. "Tom was just kidding. I'm not... feeding dogs."

"Oh," Jefferson said, letting out a stiff laugh. "Tom, you kidder, you."

"Well, I wasn't really-oomph," the prince was cut off as Chloe elbowed him, giving him a tight lipped smile. He looked like he was about to protest, so Chloe did the only thing she could think of, quickly grabbing his hand in hers. Any look of protest left the prince's face as he grinned cockily, gripping the redhead's hand tightly. The king, who saw the display, smiled widely.

"Ah, young love," he commented wistfully, happy his daughter was showing any sort of interest towards the prince. Aubrey cast her friend a sympathetic look, but Chloe flashed her a quick reassuring smile before returning to her food, and the blonde, unable to do or say anything else in the king's presence, returned to clearing off the table.

After lunch, Chloe rushed out of the grand hall, grateful to be out of the stuffy formal arrangement and the arrogant prince's presence. Clutching her bag of table scraps, the redhead began quickly down the hallway, but she slowed her stride when she heard footsteps clicking behind her.

"Chloe?" a feminine voice spoke, and the princess was surprised as she turned to see her mother following her from the grand hall.

"Mom, hi. What are you doing?" she breathed with a smile, stopping in place as the older redhead approached her. Chloe had always disliked everything in the royal setting, the formalities, the ruling, the power, and her mother had always been the same way; it had really provided Chloe and her mother something to bond over, and if they had more time to spend together as mother and daughter they would probably be quite close because of it. Her mother had always supported Chloe in things her father didn't – her friendship with Aubrey, her dream of being a doctor, her dislike of the prince. The queen was one of the few people Chloe would feel comfortable telling just about anything to. Her mother was, in every sense, just like an older version of Chloe.

"I just wanted to talk to you, dear," the queen said, stopping in front of her daughter. "About what happened at lunch. You and the prince... Are you..?"

Chloe shook her head quickly. "Oh gosh no. I don't... He's so arrogant, mom."

The older woman chuckled at this. "Yes, I know. I was just curious. I know your father wants you to be with Tom, but you know you don't have to if you don't want to." Chloe smiled weakly at this.

"I know. It is comforting to be reassured about it though, so thank you," the princess said sincerely. "I really don't like him to be honest. He keeps trying to put his hands on me, and he wouldn't stop talking. I only held his hand so he would stop."

The older Beale hummed. "Ah, yes. That brings me to my next question," the queen questioned lightly, gently reaching over to take the warm pouch Chloe had been trying to conceal behind her. "I'm assuming this is what you were trying to get him to stop talking about. The food you were slipping to the dog, I believe?"

"Uh, yeah." Chloe grinned sheepishly at this, but her mother didn't seem angry or upset, simply curious and slightly teasing in her inquiry.

"Mind explaining?"

"Well, it's actually, um, a funny story," Chloe started, fiddling with her dress sleeve. "You know how dad caught that Bella a few days ago? And she's being kept in our temporary prison holding?" Her mother nodded skeptically. "It's uh, for her."

The queen's brows raised at this. "The prisoner? Why are you feeding the prisoner your table scraps?"

"It's kind of a long story," Chloe hesitated.

"I've got a bit of time," the older woman stated, giving an encouraging nod. So, giving a small grin at her mother, the princess began to retell the events of the last few days, from the bandit leader taking Tom's careless arrow for her, to her doctoring the Bella after the violent questioning. Chloe felt relieved to be able to tell her mother everything, and the queen didn't look upset at all throughout her story, keeping a face free of judgement. Once Chloe finished her telling, the older woman took a moment to process, humming in thought.

"I'm not sure what I think about this 'violent questioning' you mentioned. Or starving the prisoners for that matter. I hope your father's not responsible for it," the queen said with furrowed brows. "You're sure the bandit wasn't lying to you?"

"Positive," Chloe spoke. "Unless she beat herself up, but that doesn't make sense. Plus, I ran into the guards as they were leaving her cell, and they were talking about it."

The queen nodded. "Well, I'll have to speak to your father later about that then. I just can't believe he would do such a thing. He's become a whole different person lately, I worry royalty has gotten to his head," she said, sighing as she ran a hand through her red hair. Chloe nodded silently. "As for your situation," the older Beale began again in a lighter tone, placing the pouch of food gently back into Chloe's hand. "I don't think you should be going into this prisoner's cell, just for safety reasons. But as long as she hasn't shown any hostility towards you, I don't see any harm in bringing her some lunch. Go on now. If any of the guards ask you, just say the queen gave you permission."

Chloe's lips stretched to form a grin, and she stepped forward to quickly pull the queen into a hug. "Thanks mom! Don't worry, I'll be careful. And she seems like a good person."

"I trust your judgement, dear. Just be cautious and trust your instincts," the queen said, returning the hug. "And it's probably best you don't tell very many people about this little prison friendship of yours, just in case it gets back to your dad; you know how he is."

"I agree," Chloe said, releasing her mother. "I've only told you and Bree, so I'm not worried."

"Ah yes, Aubrey. Such a sweetie, that girl is," the queen smiled. The woman was quite fond of the young cook, finding her to be a reliable chef and a trustworthy friend for her daughter. She knew the blonde wouldn't breathe a word of anything Chloe confided to her. "Well, it seems like you've got everything handled then. I've got to get going, but if you ever need anything just say I gave you permission."

"I will, thanks mom! Love you." Chloe smiled, happy to have such an open and understanding mother.

"Love you too sweetie. Now go on and see your jailbird," the queen said lightly, and Chloe laughed and nodded, waving goodbye before she turned and continued down the hallway, a bubbly smile adorning her face.

Beca lie stretched out lazily on the floor of her cell, head closest to the door and hands folded behind her head as she stared up at the window in thought. The bandit was rather bored, with nothing to do but exercise her imagination and stare blankly at her surroundings. She was grateful there was at least a window in her cell so she could have a semblance to days and time.

The brunette was snapped from her thoughts as she heard the doorknob to the prison chamber door being turned, and she twisted to look at the entrance apprehensively, fully expecting to see knights clad in cold metallic armour. However, instead of a royal guard coming to interrogate her again, Beca held back a relieved smile when she saw familiar red locks, happy to have a distraction from her boredom.

"Beca?"

"Hey princess," the brunette responded, lazily moving to crane her neck so she was looking at Chloe upside down. "Come here often?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow at the bandit's odd behavior, lip upturning in amusement as she shut the prison door behind her. "Hello to you too. Sounds like someone's feeling better."

"Definitely." Beca harbored a lopsided grin. "Thanks again for that."

"You're very welcome." Chloe smiled, taking in the bandit's sprawled out posture and somewhat frivolous demeanor. "You look bored," the redhead mused.

"Very much so. These walls are such assholes, just existing and staring down at me silently. I've formed a secret alliance with this wall," Beca jokingly informed the princess with a mock-serious tone, lazily tapping her boot to the concrete wall by her feet. "It's my buddy now, banding together with me to rise against all these other asshole walls. If it plays its cards right, it could evolve into a hot and steamy secret love affair."

"Oh my god, I did not need that mental image," Chloe scoffed incredulously at Beca, scrunching up her nose. "You're so weird."

"You're weird."

"Me? You're the one making this weird, romancing our palace walls," Chloe retorted, laughter lining her voice. Beca simply shrugged.

"The heart wants what the heart wants."

"Here, stop being a dork and eat your dog scraps," the redhead quipped lightly, dropping the bag of leftovers through the bars. The bandit straightened up at this, raising a skeptic brow as she sat up and turned to face the princess properly.

"Dog scraps? What exactly are you trying to feed me, princess?" she questioned, her confusion only increasing when she opened the pouch to see chicken slices and a few buns - definitely not dog food.

"I got caught slipping leftovers from my plate and the prince accused me of giving scraps to the dog," the princess elaborated good-naturedly, rolling her eyes.

"I didn't know you had a dog."

"We don't!"

"Ah, that would probably be why, then." Beca glanced back down at the bag for a moment. "You know, you didn't have to sneak your own food out to me, princess. I'll be fine. You should be eating your food," the brunette spoke, the joking tone in her voice gone; she felt guilty that the redhead had taken some of her own lunch for her.

Chloe, though she found the humbleness rather endearing and unexpected on the bandit, waved Beca's words off. "It's nothing. They give us a ridiculous amount of food in our meals already. I honestly wouldn't have been able to eat it anyway."

Beca hummed. "Well, as long as you're sure. Thank you. I appreciate it," the bandit said, nodding her head graciously before reaching her hand into the bag and grabbing a bun.

"No problem," Chloe said, grinning. After briefly contemplating if she should leave, watching Beca who was contentedly tearing her bun in half, the princess decided she much enjoyed the bandit's company; it was rather interesting getting to talk to the small brunette, more so than being stuck in some snobby royal atmosphere or aimlessly wandering the castle halls all alone, and she plopped down on the cement floor a few feet in front of the bandit's cell. Beca only paused briefly in rustling around her food bag, eyes flickering up to Chloe for a moment before she returned to layering a bun with meat. "Does it look okay? I hope you like chicken," Chloe spoke, wanting to fill the silence as she watched the brunette bring the sandwich to her lips. Her breath hitched however, when Beca let out a rather delighted moan as she tasted her meal, the princess caught off guard by the provocative sound.

"This tastes amazing," Beca mused, oblivious to Chloe's red-tinged cheeks. "Best dog food I've ever tasted."

Chloe cleared her throat, letting out a breathy chuckle. "Yeah, my best friend's the chef of the castle, and she's pretty talented in the kitchen. Though she probably wouldn't appreciate her food being compared to dog food."

"Well, what if you did get a dog? Would she have to prepare food for it? I feel like that would be a good exception to calling her food dog-worthy," Beca spoke, sentence muffled by food. "Can I just make a note though that if you did get a dog, it would be living quite the life with meals like this."

"I'm not sure if Aubrey would prepare dog food or not actually, now that you mention it," Chloe said thoughtfully. "To be honest though, I've always wanted a dog."

"Yeah?" Beca looked at the princess curiously. "Why don't you get one then?"

"Well, my dad..."

"Ah. Say no more," Beca nodded in understanding, brushing a few crumbs from her lap. "To be honest, I'm not that big a fan of dogs. Don't really care for them. I'd rather have something cool like a bird or a snake."

"What, you don't like dogs?" Chloe asked incredulously, a teasing tone to her voice. "What kind of human being are you?"

Beca rolled her eyes. "No, it's, dogs are fine. Small ones anyway. It's just the big ones that make me nervous," the brunette admitted, shyness poking through her nonchalance as she fidgeted with her sandwich.

Chloe smiled at this. "So... a snake, huh?"

A small smile ghosted Beca's face, happy Chloe hadn't commented on her irrational wariness - she refused to call it a fear - of bigger dogs. "Yeah, a snake would be cool," the brunette commented lightly. "He could just chill around my neck like a scarf and scare away weirdos."

Chloe giggled. "Yeah, until it tries to strangle you. What would you do then?"

"Eh, cross that bridge when I get to it." Beca shrugged, bringing her sandwich back to her lips.

The redhead rolled her eyes fondly, finding the light banter with the bandit quite amusing as a grin tugged at her lips. "Maybe it would result in a big legendary battle that the whole town would gather to hear about."

"Oh definitely would," Beca teased back. "With the badassery of both me and a snake? People wouldn't know what to do with themselves. And I totally call having the travelling horseman and his group play epic battle music when it happens."

"Ooh, I love the travelling horseman's music!" Chloe inserted excitedly.

A smile made it's way onto Beca's face at this, sandwich pausing a few inches from her mouth. "You know the travelling horseman?"

"Of course! Do I live under a rock? His music is awesome! He's got such an edge that most of those other boring music performers don't. I love going into town whenever he comes by," the princess gushed, happy to have someone else have the same music tastes as her. The travelling horseman was a man who traveled the country on the back of an old dusty brown horse, his band of allies usually stowed away in the horse's cart as they rode. They often played more edgy and upbeat music with violins, bongos and guitars, nothing like the slower and calmer music that the regular townsfolk and musicians played, and though not everyone was fond of the travelling horseman's music, the town would buzz and rave with excitement whenever it caught word that he and his crew were approaching town.

"Right? He's so talented," Beca grinned. "I wanna make music like him when I'm older. Play instruments, travel the world and make people happy with music, y'know?" the brunette admitted, tearing off a corner of her bun to pop into her mouth.

A slow smile crossed Chloe's face at the bandit's confession. "Yeah, that sounds really cool actually," the redhead commented. She fidgeted for a moment in her spot, chewing her lip contemplatively. "Beca?"

"Hmm?" the brunette raised a brow at Chloe's sudden sobered demeanor.

"I... Are we, like, friends?" the redhead asked, playing with a crease in her dress. She hadn't failed to notice how open Beca had become with her, disclosing little things about her that the bandit probably wouldn't have shared when they had first met, and while it made her happy to see the bandit so much more relaxed around her, it also made her question what was going on between them.

Beca pursed her lips thoughtfully, caught off guard by the question. "Oh, uh. I... don't know really. I mean you're, you know. And I'm..." the brunette trailed off unsurely. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"You've trusted me so far," Chloe pointed out. "And it's turned out okay, hasn't it? Plus, if it means anything, I trust you. You seem so sincere, and I just... I mean, we don't have to be best friends or anything but I... really enjoy talking to you," the redhead confessed. "And I'm willing to call a truce, just between us, if you are."

"Yeah?" The brunette paused for a moment at the suggestion, licking her lips in thought.

"Yeah. I mean, I know with the circumstances we're supposed to be enemies and stuff, but you genuinely seem like a good person, and... I-I'd like to think that-"

"Okay."

"Okay?" the redhead breathed.

Beca nodded, reaching out a free hand through the bars for Chloe to take as her face held a hesitant smile. "Truce?"

Chloe grinned, moving to take the bandit's hand. "Truce."

Both girls relished in the sudden new and lighter feel of the atmosphere, the remaining tension and dangerous feel disintegrating as their hands met in a firm handshake. They felt less restricted, freer, no longer having to worry about being cautious in each other's presence. While they were a bandit and a princess, they were now, first and foremost Beca and Chloe, and the truce was simply a verbal confirmation of the silent agreement they had already seemed to make when they first met.

Beca gave a lopsided grin at the princess, releasing Chloe's hand. While she wasn't going to go disputing all her secrets to the redhead, she was still oddly comforted by the truce, knowing she didn't need to be so tight-lipped about everything; she honestly believed the redhead wouldn't take anything to her father or the guards, and while their truce wouldn't stop other royals from harming her, it felt nice to have someone on her side throughout the whole prison experience, even if it was just between them. "Don't make me regret it, princess. I'm trusting you here," she warned in a light-hearted matter.

The redhead couldn't help but beam at the words. "Likewise, bandit."

"You've got nothing to worry about. A bandit never goes back on their word," Beca said matter-of-factly, readjusting the chicken in her bun. "Now, onto more important matters..."

Chloe raised a confused brow. "More important than a truce?"

Beca grinned. "Have you heard the one song by the travelling horseman where he does this cool violin solo?"

Chloe laughed, leaning forward excitedly. "Oh my gosh, yes. I love that one! He's so good with the violin!"

"Right? And then they have this other song..."

Though they were from two totally different worlds, originating from opposite sides of the spectrum and growing up in completely differing classes, they seemed to flow through conversation so naturally, and the princess found that she quite liked the bandit's confident yet sweet personality. They seemed to get along better than a lot of same-class people would, despite the circumstances that brought them together, and Chloe remained situated across from Beca on the floor as she watched the bandit nibble at her food, the two girls continuing to casually talk and banter for the next few hours through the bars that separated them.

A/N: I worry this chapter was awkward, as in, Beca and Chloe's interactions, and moving too fast or something, and it's irritating me but I dunno how else to do it. Ugh. Thanks to all of you guys who are still reading this; you guys are awesome.

Aaand, I have a random question for you wonderful people, as always. Do you prefer going to stores and malls to shop, or online shopping? I love online shopping; I've been told I have a problem xP But things are so convenient online! Not to mention cheaper, easier to find, and no crowds of people to deal with:{P What about you? Where do you like to buy things? Do you even like buying things? Who doesn't love buying things?

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