I was feeling melancholic- Air Supply wasn't making it any better. I heard my sister turn on the TV in her bedroom and the "I'll Be There for You" melody drew me in. Without notice, I walked into her room prepared to jump on her bed and watch an episode with her- kind of like we used to do when we lived in a smaller apartment. As I walk in, unnoticed, I see her... drowned in her comforter, a bottle of febreeze in hand, relentlessly shooting that odor elminating fabric refreshner all over the place.
It is, sincerely, one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen. Can you spell O.C.D?
Oh, Kiks. I really do love you.
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