This Place is a Mess
Somebody needs to clean up
Look at this mess. I can barely find a place to rest my sweet little head! Fluff everywhere. Monkey remains in every direction. David keeps asking me “if I happened to catch a glimpse of the tornado that came through last night.” His tone drips with sarcasm. Right. As if I had anything to do with this. He better clean this up before I need to sleep in here this evening.
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