At around 12:30am, V came out of her room and went into the living room with pillow and blankets. Did she and J get into a fight? “Alvin can you help me pull out the futon?” Sure, I said. Turned out it wasn’t anything as dramatic as a fight. Just a snoring boyfriend who she couldn’t wake up even with kicking and prodding. The worst. (Taken with instagram)
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