A/n: Yes I know that I need to work on Amnesia, but i love having more than one wip at a time
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"Come on Mark! I know I'm short! You don't have to remind me by moving the cereal up a shelf!" I stand in the doorway to the pantry and cross my arms.
Mark, who knows he's guilty, gets up and comes over to me. My eyes meet his chin level.
"But you're short," Mark lifts my chin to look me in the eyes.
"Do you really want me to take out your shins?"
"You're cute when you're angry," he starts to close the space between us, but before he can, I wake up.
