It's a Thursday night, and I'm knocked out on my bed, with Loi next to me. My left leg is falling off the bed, my socks are sagging off my feet, my head is right by the front of Loi's laptop and I'm nearly suffocating from all my hair in front of my face, but I'm too tired to care, let alone actually do anything about it. What does the boyfriend do
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