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Oh well. Who needs fingernails?
“Yeah, yeah.” I muttered, slamming the door to my bedroom behind me. “You sound like my mother.”
I was totally going to regret this.
I rolled my eyes. “Same reason you live with Rose and Al…bus.” I said, glancing at him quickly.
It was a living nightmare and I wanted to curse the living daylights out of someone. If that someone was Al, so be it.
It was amazing how much WizTV someone could watch when they were trying to avoid their life.
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