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The fight

After a while.

Penelope's POV

So here | was, massaging Swayer's shoulder while he sat on the couch with a bowl of cheetoh puffs. | was currently standing behind the couch, wishing | could take a break from this pretty exhausting work. 

"Catch." Swayer said and before | could comprehend what was happening he threw a cheetoh puff in my face. It whacked me in the forehead and | stopped my hands and just stood there with my eyes closed and mouth in a straight line. | breathed in slowly and calmed myself from his laughter. Oh how | wanted to suddenly massage his neck. With my hands. Very, very, tightly. 

"You have a little cheese right there..." Swayer pointed to my forehead and chuckled lightly. 

"You won't be laughing when | strangle you to death in your sleep." | said. 

"Here." He sat up from the couch and leaned over the back. His fingers slowly brushed off the cheese dust from my forehead and
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