Sunday’s apartment was equipped with wooden floorboards and patterned tiles, both of which were icy against David’s bare feet. For the hundredth time since he’d woken up, David wondered why the fuck he’d been too lazy to scrounge around for his lost pants and shirt; being in only his boxers was not a wise idea at the moment, in December.
He heaved a
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*shakes head at David's terrible joke*
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...>.> Pokemon! Gotta catch 'em! 8D
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