A frog got into my room somehow tonight. It jumped from somewhere, to my wall, to my pillow, to my other pillow, to my blinds, to my bed, to the end of my bed, to my floor, to my computer, to my door, to my computer again, and then under the cup I trapped it in.
It was a great chase. And he scared the poop out of me.
Also, I hate fake flowers. I
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