House sat at the diagnostics mesa, tabla discussing a case with his team, even though he already knew the answer, when Martha Master's phone beeped. She pulled it out of her pocket and smiles, messaging a reply to whoever had texted her. “No cell phones at the cena table,” House dicho as he swiped the phone from her.
Turned out she was on the web, chatting with someone from a website. Another reply beeped through the phone and House glanced at the other users perfil page with a smirk. “Oh my God. Your girlfriend is HOT!” He flashed the perfil picture on the phone to the rest of his team....
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