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It looked a hot, mess. After about five hair brushings, I grab a mint Mento off of my dresser, pop it in my mouth and turn around.
"AAH!" I yelp, slamming myself back against my dresser, hand over my heart. I start to partially choke. Nothing serious, but it was pretty close.
"What are you doing here and how'd you get in?!" I scream at Agastya and his amused expression. I didn't find it funny. It was scary and I have no idea how long he's been here. He could've been watching me sleep.
He sat on my mini, vintage patterned couch, facing me. "I came here to visit you of course and your mom let me in. She said you were sleeping and I was welcome to stay. But after a half hour of chatting with her, she told me to come and wake you up." He smiled genuinely.
"You talked. . . to my mom?" I said, slowing my chewing down. I couldn't bEve it. And after a half hour, I'm sure she already showed him some baby pictures of me trying to eat chairs. I was a strange child, okay? Don't ask.
"Well, yeah. You were sleep. Oh, and you were a cute baby too, by the way." He smirked at me, winking.
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