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I was expecting a phone call from my boy in London.
What I got, was boy on front doorstep, with me being oblivious and opening front door in my winter jammies.
He's forgiven now, though whether it be jetlag or the welcome home festivities, he's passed out.
*plots to wake him up*
What I got, was boy on front doorstep, with me being oblivious and opening front door in my winter jammies.
He's forgiven now, though whether it be jetlag or the welcome home festivities, he's passed out.
*plots to wake him up*