Being home is like waking up from a very bad dream (about a blonde woman laughing, a valley full of sleeping bears or a tree house in which your dad puts his big toe in your soup) and being in your parents house which is clean and crisp and the way you'd expect your parents to want to live even though they don't please you. And going downstairs
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whatttttttt.
i love you.
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