Imagine:
A loud sound woke you up from your peaceful sleep. Groaning, you look to the side to see Tom talking on the phone. "Tom, go back to sleep." You mutter, throwing a pillow at his head, knocking his phone out of his hand. You couldn't help but laugh when you heard his phone shatter on the hardwood floor. "Now you owe me a phone." Tom said playfully, picking up the pillow and taking his best shot at you. You grabbed another pillow. "It's on, Parker." You say as you whack him with it. This went on until the room was covered in white feathers.
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