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I walked upstairs and could hear the hurried move to the other corner of the couch, and see the semi-tousled hair, and red faces. I don't think they knew what movie was on the TV any more than I did. I just caught a boy making out with my little sister.

I want to chase him out of the house, and kick his ass, on principle alone. I don't really even know the guy. Is that so wrong?

Update:



I'm busy getting fat on Easter candy. Dilettante, drool. ♥ I'll deal with the boy later.

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My cats are having the same lazy Sunday that I am. I love them so.