text ● sixth reflection

[straying]

Can't say I'm enjoying this week.

No visiting this week, 'kay? Especially no surprise visits.

You know who you are. Not even milk will keep me from slamming the door in your face or the window on your fingers.

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[He's... actually having fun with this. It really is unlike any of his other relationships--where he's either truly trying to act or doing it for the sake of annoying the other person.

No wonder she gets along with Matthew.]

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