This is going to be a long night.
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After about 20 minutes, we manage to get jazzy into the car, as she stopped to talk and hang out with everyone she saw. She was practically bouncing when she got to the car, Anthony holding her so she didn't go running around. Her mouth never stops moving during the drive, and as soon as Anthony parks the car, she bolts up to the apartment. Anthony and I exchange a look to each other, then follow her. She's pacing in front of the door when we arrive, then just points to the door knob. Anthony laughs and opens the door with his key, and she jumps through the door.
She runs through the apartment, then jumps onto the couch. Soon after, she jumps back up again and keeps running. I look to Anthony and sigh. "This, this is going to be fun." I say then watch her run around again. She sits on the couch next to us and continues talking for a while. After a while, I have a brilliant idea. I pull out my phone and turn on the fastest raps that I can find. "Jazz, sing along to this!" I say, then jazz, Anthony and I sing along to them for over an hour. She begins slowing down and not being able to catch up to the song slowly, and Anthony and I know what's happening.
Soon enough, my mom is falling asleep, so Anthony picks her up and carries her to their bedroom. She falls asleep immediately and I laugh. Anthony comes back out and we watch This Old House for a while. I get tired and get more comfortable on the couch. "Uh-uh, you're not falling asleep here, I am not carrying anyone else tonight, so either fall asleep in you bed, or stay here." He says, lauging, causing me to laugh as well. I tiredly say goodnight to Anthony, then go to my room to sleep for the night.
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An I'm really sorry that this is short, I'm really really tired and still have a little homework to do, so im probably going to read on here for a while to relax, then do that. Hope you guys are liking this, and please suggest some stuff to happen! Love you all, bye.
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