MCA #4, Monday Morning
Nov. 23rd, 2015 06:40 pmAtton woke up with a splitting headache and the stupid fern shining in his face. He blinked sluggishly at the fern a couple of times, trying to figure why it was here again, remembering why it was here, and then finally trying to forget it was here in rapid succession.
He stumbled out of bed a few minutes later.
"I hate that kid," he muttered, stumbled into the shower, stumbled back out of the shower, and then stumbled into the kitchen to drink every last milliliter of coffee left in the house.
Stupid kid weekends.
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He stumbled out of bed a few minutes later.
"I hate that kid," he muttered, stumbled into the shower, stumbled back out of the shower, and then stumbled into the kitchen to drink every last milliliter of coffee left in the house.
Stupid kid weekends.
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