I dragged my feet towards the kitchen where I hear you muttering stuff to yourself about having to refill my own pill boxes after I promised to refill them for the fifth time this week. I gotta admit.. I am pretty forgetful and stuff..But can you blame me? so, I sneak my head in, towering over you and just plop my head on your shoulder and giggle then speak whatcha so mad about darling?
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