

Its the towel's faultI looked up from my book, sighing. I set it on the ground next to my chair, and stood, heading into the kitchen. Why do I even read that crap? All romance novels are overly cliché. I should be reading something with more…What, Gore? No… Quantum mechanics, that’s it. I should be reading something with more quantum mechanics.Its the towel's fault
I got out some cheerios, my main substance of nourishment for the last couple of days, and began pouring them out into the bowl when I heard a voice behind me. “Hey Si, Can you grab my hairbrush? It should be on the counter, next to you.” Came Wing’s young, high voice. I took a split second to relish
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