“So how long is this ‘review’ supposed to last?”.
I wrap my comforter tighter around myself. Stress nesting for the win!.
“Sakura, he’s terrifying”. My voice comes out muffled.
“I don’t give a s**t Hagakure…”, she sighs. “How long will you be gone for?”. How insensitive.
“You just want me to leave so you can bring your ex and have her pee on the couch, don’t you?”.
Yeah.
Maybe I deserved to be smacked for that one.
“Or you want her to pee on you?”…
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“I don’t have striped socks, I’m going to get striped socks”. I chant to myself. “Striped socks! Striped socks! Striped socks”. I bet I can say striped socks forty times without twisting my tongue.
“For God’s sake stop panicking Hagakure!…”. Sakura snarls, exasperatedly. “You’re going to make me panic too!”.
Well I’m sorry that
