As the streets became a smear of white and red lights and I reclined my seat I began to feel ridiculous...
When I arrived home from work she said the men were suspicious looking and I should hide my stuff. Where would I hide my stuff? As I packed I became more and more paranoid. We put her snowboard under my bed, I put my desktop computer under the covers, the wii between the beach towels and the balance board in the dirty clothes basket. It seemed completely clever and logical at the the time but I know when I get home and everything is in place I am going to wonder why the hell my computer is in my bed.
I'm not like this.
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