Brandy sat on the edge of your bed, his annoyingly blue hair piled onto your pillow as he buried his face into it. “This is so boring!” He groaned, slowly lifting his gaze to meet yours. But his eyes instead caught a glimpse of the small, framed portrait on your bedside table, bathing in the glow of your lamp. A smile curled on his lips. “Is that… us?”
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