“Oh, that’s so cute,” Tabithah tells me…
“… I wish I had one of those.”
“I wish this whooooole house was mine,” Tab says, her face a centimeter away from mine. “Even your room.”
“What would you do with it all?” I ask her.
“I would have forty beds, probably,” she answers.
“What would you do with that many beds? You couldn’t sleep in them all.”
“I’d sleep in this bed this night, and that bed the second night, and that bed another night, and that bed the fifty night, and that bed the last night.”
(Does wanting a red deer stag make her sort of like me? I’M the weirdo who’s got it for a desktop background.)
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