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At what point were you going to tell me I'm going to be an Aunt?," Tanaka asks, with the tray with my breakfast balancing between her hip and arm. The tray is twisted a little to the left, making it clear that I'm not getting any food till I answer that question.

"Tsi and her mouth!," I stageshout.

KT was right. His apartment is fire, it's onebedrroomed but it's a work of art through and through. It screams money wherever you turn. Even when you look out into the street the whole place was designed to make you feel very broke. It must be good dating these foreign ambassadors.

"She just blurted it out when she was freaking out the other night," Tanaka says, placing the tray on my legs. I stare at her tattoos and remember the first day I met her, where does time go? I barely knew her then, she was just that one greenhaired tattooed girl in a sea of self-absorbed law students. Now she is family to me.