Fucking hilarious. I half felt like sitting down and sharing a couple of puffs on his industrial sized bong.I noticed Shaggy pointing in the direction...of my bedroom. Claudia is standing in the double doorway looking directly at me. Her cheeks are glistening with what appears to be tears.“I WAS -TAKING A NAP IN YOUR BED …. SORRY. SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. THIS JUST ISNT MY DAY.” She snatched her overcoat off my unkempt bed and hit the door. She was definitely in tears as she fumbled with the lock. Alright I guess?" Tyler said wearily."That's a fucking amazing girl you got right there, my nigga, you best be keeping her, aight? Shes a fucking gem, you know what I'm saying?" Dre concluded before walking up, being followed by a slightly confused Tyler. He looked back at Hannah as he walked away, Hannah's only response was a playful shooing motion, telling him to go already.Satisfied, Tyler turned his attention to upstairs. He reached the top steps, being beaten by Dre only a few steps ahead. Turning away from the camera I heard tinny voices as she addressed someone in the laundry room."All finished?" she asked. A man's voice replied in a low voice, which echoed too much to understand."How much do I owe you?" she asked.I saw her place our checkbook on the counter in front of the laptop, open it and then lean forward, close to the camera as she begin to write. When she was done, she looked right at the camera and smiled, winking at me. As she turned back to the laundry room I saw the. The elevator started upward. ‘Give me my dress, damn you!’ George just hugged her to him and kissed her. When the elevator reached the third floor, George punched four. The doors opened and George dashed into the hallway still grasping the green cocktail dress. Jackie had no choice but to follow George, hoping that no one would see him or her. George turned and dashed around a corner and down the next hall. He reached his room and opened the door before Jackie could catch up. He entered the.