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My lips and cheeks are puffy, I have what must be two days’ worth of drool dried to et led on top of my head and down my shoulders in a fashion reminiscent of Edward Scissorhands

Seriously If Ratatouille were into styling hair, he’d sure as shit nest his way inside this catastrophe

Without a second thought, I turn on the shoater and hop under the warm spray

Fifteen minutes later, I’m scrubbed and rejuvenated and, thanks to the expensive leave-in conditioner I procured from my mom’s bathroolide through my wet locks with ease

I grab my phone from my room and head into the kitchen to et a verse and a half into “Wild Oats” by the Rain oats from its spot on the counter

I grab it cautiously, a niggling feeling that it contains evil for

A text e From my mom

I roll h of relief at the sa pain in my ass

I don’t knohy, but I thought it was going to be so much worse I’m not sure what, but—

I lift er to tap on her name in e thread tn With Milo Ives

What in the ever-loving crapola is this? Did he text me?

Oh hell I glance out thequickly to see the sky looking eerily red Red sky in theMy heart pounds wildly inside my chest, and I start to wonder if he soured out I was the “new employee” at the shop the other day

Jesus, that would be e

Still, I can’t not click open the conversation

This is Milo Ives My longest, deepest,

Unfortunately, when I get a look at the

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He didn’t text me I texted him

For the love of everything, what did you do?!

I scroll furiously, reading the evidence of e with a painfully earnest self-awareness Harry Potter in a handbasket, I asked to…to ride his pool noodle?