We don't react to disappearances very well around here. The other day Katie walked out of the room (without her phone) and didn't return for ages. We began to panic. When she finally came back, we demanded to know where she had been.
Her: Jeez guys, I was only gone for like forty minutes.
Me: It was long enough. We assumed you had gotten married.
Today, I went to take a test, and apparently I didn't give enough advance warning, because I came out to find eight or nine new text messages.
Jessie: It's been forty minutes...are you married?
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Are you dead???
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They have fried ravioli at dinner!! (because even the dead/married need ravioli)
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Btw fhe is at seven. You should come home before then!!
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If you're planning to elope, you at least need to let me go dress shopping with you!!
Sara disappears all the time, so she probably has at least twelve husbands by now. The moral of the story is that we have too much free time. Or too little. Or that we're clingy. I'm not totally sure where I was going with this.
Smerf. This is really important to some people.
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