Demitri
Today started well, then just took a nose dive off a cliff.
Sitting, I face Dean. “I told you to make them aware you won't do it anymore. If they insist you do, then give them your new address,” I shout, trying hard not to punch him.
“I don't have one. I broke up with her last night, and she kicked me out. When I tried telling them that the address was no good, he told me I managed to get the last item back, so I can just sit there until it arrives,” he argued, and I glared at him.
“You didn't try hard enough. You could have lied and said your ex no longer lives there. When is this package getting sent?” I ask.
“Friday, this one comes with instructions. Apparently, it needs to be kept in a cold place, ideally a freezer,” Dean mutters, and I glare. That means it's a f*****g bod
