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I slid the drawer open and reached for a spoon only to find this isn't the drawer where she keeps her spoons. I opened and peeked until I found one, then began the task of finding where this bitch keeps her bowls and her cornflakes. (Thank fuck's sake for the logistics of chilled milk.) After a few minutes of searching I was seated upon her leather couch eating but I couldn't figure out where the remote control for her television was. It didn't matter. I ate quickly as the leather was cold on my bare legs. The shower was refreshing. Her soaps were so fancy and smelled of ginger and cocoa. I didn't even mind using her razor which looked new and fresh. As I toweled off I wondered what size she was. I wandered into her closet and found dress after dress, all of them beautiful and tailored with delicate buttons and fancy ribboning. Slipping on a green and yellow dress I buttoned the pearl buttons and admired the fit, as if it were made for me. I slipped into a pair of her heels, rounded and peep-toed, they were gorgeous but sizes too big. I clomped around looking for jewlery and quickly realized her rings were too tight for all of my fingers. These gorgeous pieces. Stacks and stacks of rose gold and yellow gold and platinum all embedded with emeralds and fluorite, rubies and citrine. All of these rings which I could not slip onto my fingers. I reached for a thin chain and strung several on this thin string. It was the best I could do, to wear these gorgeous pieces, to have them in my day without physically deforming my already slender fingers to fit her obviously more delicate ones.