absolute goosebumps I swear to god from the way you make the bed posts hit the wall just by trying to make a fitted sheet fit round the corner like you've never made a goddamn bed and you keep muttering fuckit and goddamn flannel sheets like you're not going to sleep here later or something and toss and turn like you own the place like it's your bed or something but we both know that if it was your bed i wouldn't have goosebumps you wouldn't be making it and there would be no muttering or stumbling over the fitted elastic would there?
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