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Midnight Rendezvous
Sister: Dude. Oliver was such a bastard last night. Me: NO. KIDDING. I almost punched him. I don't know how many times I woke up with him standing over me all...mooing. Sister: Oh yeah. Me too. Then I finally yelled at him to lay down, so he lays down with his butt in my face and then farts. Me: *laughing hysterically* Sister: Yeah, so then I'm convinced that he pooped the bed and he's been such a pest all night cuz he was trying to get me to let him outside, so I fly out of bed and begin ripping the covers off looking for the poop. Me: *snorting with laughter* Sister: No poop. He just sat there looking at me like I was insane, and then he walked back downstairs to your room I guess. Me: Huh. Apparently he's more comfortable with my grouching than your massive and sometimes violent panic attacks. Who knew? Listening To: Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional Reading: Almost finished with "A Density of Souls" Recently Saw:
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