“Bloody phones......” Gerry mumbled, throwing himself onto the bed like a petulant child, huffing to himself. His dishevelled appearance for the most part was not his fault, it was hers. That woman had done it again. He watched as his wife ran around the room like an escaped mental patient, throwing random pieces of paper, blankets, and books into
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I'll probably have Hol whip something up in a bit. :D
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