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205 Words
Agastya chuckled, "Varnika, we're here. You can let go of me now." I didn't even notice I was still holding on to his beach body.
When I got off, I had one. Serious. Wedgie. Oh my hee-haw. This is awkward. I can't pick it while he's dead up in front of me! Distraction Time.
I point in front of me, "Oh my gosh, Agastya! Is that a flying unicorn next to that pine tree?" Varnika, is that the best you could d--Hey! He's looking! I take this time to pick out the serious, only-mechanically-possible wedgie out. Oh, yeah, that feels nice.
"What are you talking about?" He turns back to me looking perplexed.
"Oh! What do you know?! I'm seeing things! Okay, let's go!" I walk forward, at what to me is fast, but to everyone else is normal, towards the front door.
Ugh. Decana's stupid doors looking bugly. I don't even want to touch the beastly doorknob. No matter how pretty her house may be.
I guess Agastya heard my thoughts because he comes in front and opens the door for me. Aw, how nice?
Mental Note: Don't touch that hand.
When I entered the house, the first room you're in is the kitchen.
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