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Arizona has her position; Callie has hers...as far as Arizona was concerned the answer to including MARK SLOAN in their
lives has one answer: HARD NO. Callie argued that Mark's re-entry doesn't have to upset their dynamic, which Arizona
finds insulting and idiotic. When Callie pleaded her case Arizona countered with "I'll agree to Mark's 'visits' if I can fly
back to Seattle a few times a month...make that FOUR TIMES a month to see Carina."
"Are you drunk? I haven't had any wine so you couldn't have gotten 'high' off of my breast milk, and speaking of 'hard no's'
that most certainly qualifies. At least Mark has a reason to come to New York- he's Sofia's father."
" And to bang YOU! Somehow the irresistible McSteamy manages to find his way into my bedroom during these 'parental visits'. If
that's what you want just grow some balls for a day and a half and say so; that way I can go back to Grey's and try to win Carina
back."
"Ahhh. THERE IT IS-you need an excuse to go back to the GREAT AND WONDERFUL CARINA... VETE, PUES ! GO!
There are flights every hour to Seattle-LARGATE PUES, CULERA!"
said -the Spanish bits! I'll tell you right now to make up your mind: because there's no way I'm gonna keep tasting the Great n' Wonderful
Dr. Plastic's 'leftovers every time I go down on you. It's my own fault, though: 'bi' women want it both ways and don't give a fuck who
who or WHAT gets in the way. We have a DAUGHTER, Calliope-"
"Don't you mean that Mark and I a daughter?" Callie snarked. "One of us is gonna say something that we'll regret later,
so we should maybe take some space-"
"Seattle should be more than enough," Arizona retorted acidly.
Suddenly alarmed Callie stammered "W-W-What-you aren't saying -WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!! "ARI!"
As her wife stomped out away, Callie stood rooted to the spot; Arizona went quickly thru their shared Master bedroom and into the
adjoining powder room, where she wept for ten minutes or so. She washed her face. sighed deeply and went out to their walk-in
closet where she angrily transferred clothing and shoes into a large calf-skin leather suitcase and matching carry-on. Her wife,
teary and frowning worriedly entered then and asked quietly "Babe...where are going?"
Ari continued packing. "Please talk to me, Ari. "What -What are you doing? Let's talk about this."
The blonde added lingerie, cosmetics, and meds into her satchel and zipped it closed. "I already told you-but like always you DON'T
LISTEN; you NEVER LISTEN: Seattle. : You wanted 'space': 2,402 miles should be more than enough."
"You're just leaving: no discussion then."
"I'm very clear that you intend to keep fucking Mark, so I'll get out of your way." Aizona's cellphone chimed to announce her Uber's
arrival. "Please kiss Sofia for me and tell her that 'Mommy' loves her; wait, I forgot...'she's not mine' so I guess just say that Auntie
Ari had to go away. 'Bye Callie."
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