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“So, who’s up for calling my sister for me to remind her how unreasonable she’s being by deciding to not come home and see us before school goes back?”

“I don’t mind calling her for you.”

With all my free time I’m considering training for a marathon.

What kinda marathon?

Congratulations you have a penis.

Is it easier to have a vagina?

He pretty much is.

It’s a life I know well.

Either boring as shit, or pissy. The latter runs in the family.

Sounds like a typical male, if you ask me.

You heard me right.

What about all the other times?

Because he can be fun sometimes.

Sometimes?

My cousin.

And what makes you think he’ll help?

I’ll bribe Oliver into helping if I have to.

I don’t know who that is.

Then someone needs to help me make something.

Yeah, good fucking luck with that one.

Jett and I need something to do around here before we die of boredom.

There’s nothing to do around here.

Actually most of it is piled in my closet and along one of my living room walls.

So it’s like an organized mess.

That’s as good a place as ever.

Especially if that’s where most of the shit is.

I need to find a good place to start.

Start in the middle.

I have less than a week until my siblings come to visit, and I still haven’t fully unpacked everything in my apartment from when I moved. This is going to be very interesting.

Guess you better work on that.