She smiles, her cheeks rosy. “What if I’m really weird and have like a hundred unicorn stuffed animals I put on my bed every night?”
Is this the best she can come up with? “I’ve seen your bed, and there were no unicorns.”
“Maybe I hide them in the closet during the day.”
“If that’s the truth, then I’ll fucking paint our bedroom a rainbow and buy you another so you have one hundred and one.”
— Sep 04, 2025 08:02AM
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