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I woke up the next morning with a sharp pain in my back. I had let my strawberry Sleep in my bed. She mocked my room design choices, but I didn't care, i was too happy to even care just a little.
I had already realised my strawberry was a rotten strawberry, or at Least a half rotten one. Her immature side is worse than mine. It's amazing how she can be laughing at a mermaid that looked like it's tail was a d!#$ to being the most well mannared person. She saved our butts when we almost got kicked out of the grocery store.
She was too good at making me laugh. I smiled thinking about her. I heard a soft yawn as the door to my bedroom opened. I turned my head to look out into the hallway. She was wearing my shirt as she walked out to the kitchen to make herself cereal.
My cheeks sparked colors of pink and red. Since when were my shirts so big? I sat up on the couch as she came over and laid some black drink in a coffee mug on my lap. "What's this? " I asked ger curiously. "Hangover cure." My mind went blank. We went drinking? "Don't worry, it's used for more then a hangover. Your snoring is the loudest thing I've ever heard." My blush turned darker. "It should help with that. " she ignored my glare and took a sip of her chocolate milk.
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