May 14, 2009 20:54
Brian and Justin stumbled backwards, clothes flying in all directions. There was a loud THUD, followed by a yelp, as they crashed over a box lying square in the middle of the room.
Brian let his head fall back to the floor with a sigh, “How do you live in this dump? The blinds don’t even work!”
It’s… comfortable,” said Justin stoutly.
“It’s horrific is what it is.” Brian winced as he surveyed the room again.
Justin grinned, “And yet you offered to come visit me without any prompting. You must really love me.”
Brian snorted, “I can’t imagine why.”
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