Crunchy Thoughts

The thoughts are crunchier here.


“Sam, come get your shit out of my room!” I hear Lydia scream across the house.

Sam mumbles incoherently, so Lydia yells again, “Sam! I said to come and get your shit!”

What?! Surely I am mishearing her. I quickly hop up and look down the hall. “What’d you say, Lydia?”

Lydia stomps her feet and protests, “Sam’s spaceships are in my room!”

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