“You don’t have any more of her children hiding in my house, do you?” I shifted around awkwardly. “Ah, maybe one or two.” Mam laughed. I didn’t. “Thanks for the bed, Kavanagh,” a familiar voice called out from down the hallway, choosing the worst possible time to wake from his stoned slumber. “Can I borrow a hoodie?”
LMAO.
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