I got a table for eight bucks....
I did not need a table.
Its a very nice pretty cheap table.
I have no room for a table.
My sister did not want me to get that table.
that sister went to Florida.
I got that table.
Now.... How do I hide a table.
Dear sister in Florida who has tumblr who told me not to get the table
Do not tell the sister who also went to Florida but who doesn’t have a tumblr that I got a table.
She can’t keep secerts, will judge and I want to see how long it will take til she notices
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you tell osamu your feet hurt at the end of a fancy evening in hopes that he’ll romantically sweep you off your feet, princess carry and all.
he does in fact carry you.
but just like a rice sack. he grumbles under his breath saying something like, “you’re lucky i love ya.” and then he’s bending down so his shoulder lines up with your waist, braces his arm against the back of your thighs, and lifts you up with a small grunt.
there’s no time to process what just happened because he’s already asking, “ya happy now?”
your startled stutters only make him smile as he gives you a quick kiss on the hip
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