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Kerrigan: Oh my oh my oh my god

Kerrigan: This girl straight and this girl not

Kerrigan: Tipsy of that peach Ciroc like LA LA LA

Kerrigan: Ching a lang lang ching a lang lang

Kerrigan: Jeans so tight you can see loose change

Kerrigan: Do your thang girl do that thang like LA LA LA

Kerrigan: TELL THEM PRETTY FACED GIRLS TRYNA GRAB EACH OTHER

Kerrigan: God dammit I can't keep up with this song

Kerrigan: PEOPLE ALL AROUND THE WORLD SEXY MOTHERFUCKERS

Kerrigan: GET UGLY

Kerrigan: *doesn't have to do anything*

Michael: Stop that right now

Kerrigan: What

Michael: I don't like liars

Kerrigan: WHAT

Michael: You called yourself ugly

Michael: So you're lying

Michael: And I just said I don't like liars

Kerrigan: HOW DARE YOU BE THAT SWEET THAT'S NOT OKAY

Michael: I think it's very okay

Kerrigan: Michael I s2g if you don't stop being so cute

Michael: WHAT WILL YOU DO HUH

Michael: HUH????????

Michael: Cuddle me to death?

Kerrigan: Maybe. I haven't decided your fate yet

Michael: I triple dog dare you

Kerrigan: WELL SHIT I CAN'T BACK OUT NOW



"Kerrigan," Keenan whispered to me, late that night.

"What," I groaned out, my face buried in my pillow.

"What would you do if I told you that I brought a cat home?" He asked.

"As long as it doesn't have a disease, I could care less," I reply, figuring that he's just making a joke.

"Okay, as long as you're cool with it. Can you help me find a place to put it until I can tell dad?"

I shot up from my bed, sending my twin brother a sleepy glare. My bedroom was dimly lit, but I could still see his hopeful, cheesy grin. Then, he pouts his bottom lip out, so I groan and get out of my bed.

"Thank you," Keenan whispers breathlessly.

When we get in the living room, sure enough, there's a grey and white calico kitten, kneading the couch cushion.

"And this whole time, I thought you were drunk," I tease him.

"It's just," he took a deep breath, "A stray cat had kittens under Justin's porch and he said the mom hasn't been back for a week and this one's the runt of the litter and I couldn't leave her there and —"

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