He was at my house. He was in my living room. I walked upstairs to freshen up before leaving.
I walked to a different floor.
I started brushing my teeth.
And he just popped in.
To my bathroom.
On another floor.
And now he acts like I'm acting weird.
And all I can think is, Give me five fucking seconds to brush my damn teeth.
It was all fine until he wanted to know me. He wants to know me and I can't run away fast enough.
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