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Episode 3: Occam’s Razor
Rating: T

“Go find Cuddy and Ciuman her ass.” That’s what Wilson had told him. That was why he was standing at her office door right now. And that was why he was doing something he hadn’t done since his first hari working there. He knocked.

“Come in.” She was working diligently on paperwork. When she heard the thump of his cane, she was sure that she had to be mistaken. She looked up slowly. “House? Are anda okay?”

He set several files on her desk. “My paperwork”

She flipped through the papers in complete disbelief. “You actually did paperwork? And not...

i was bored and wanted to write something and this is the first thing that came to my mind and so i wrote it
hope anda like it and plz comment!!;D

ohh and i am sorry for my typing english is not my first langue i am from sweden and i am only thriteen so i havent been learning for a long time

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House,wilson and cuddy are going on a conference in Amsterdam

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PATH hallway
,,HOUSE!! We are going to amsterdam tomorrow anda can go utama and pack,, cuddy berkata to house Monday morning at PPTH
,,wait?? What?...

You're unbelievably annoying,
with every word anda say,
your unrelenting arrogance,
just pushes me away.
But something drew me near,
in that meeting those many years ago,
I'm not really sure what it is,
but I still can't, and haven't let it go.



You're pahit and your a pain,
those I can't deny,
but anda have this special quality,
where to you, I cannot lie.
I think I'm predictable,
but I know that this couldn't be true,
because no one knows my seterusnya move,
no one, except you.



You can be an real ass,
that, everyone can certainly see,
but anda can be kind,
if anda really wanted to be.
Despite these imperfections,
for you,...

I've thought about it a thousand times,
and it still doesn't make sense,
only because all my life,
I've been building me a fence.
A dinding to keep away fear,
to keep away the grief and pain,
to divert the hurt I knew could come,
that in my hati, tengah-tengah would it sustain.


I stagger the halls in shame,
for Berlakon the way I do and how I treat you,
And I know that I shouldn't,
but its the only thing I know how to do.
I force myself to push anda away,
accompanied with fret,
cause I know that's not what I want
and it becomes another regret.


When the thought of anda comes to mind,
the pain begins to seep,
the grief begins to...