Barbie whacks his head on the underside of my bedframe while Dorian screeches awake, clutching his blanket to his chest and putting his back against the wall. His horror dissolves into straight-up mortification when he sees it’s my sisters and Nova. He pulls the blanket over his head and says, “Terzo, it’s your turn to kill me now.” “I think I’m concussed,” Barbie says from the floor.
tHIS IS SO FUCKINFUNNY
