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The story of not being able to fucking win 4

When I got back to bed, there she was, just getting there too. Swinging my legs under the covers, guess what happened? I knew it was pointless, but at this point I yelled, "stop being right on top of me!" She left. On top of this, I had another itchy spot on my foot that, though I tried to be careful, turned into a painful little scratch. I thought to take my socks off to let it breathe, but just lying on it was enough to make