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Me:

You’re not even going to guess?

Micah:

Why would I guess when you literally said, and I quote, "you will never guess what happened to me this weekend."

Me:

Why are you the way that you are?

Micah:

Are you going to tell me, or can I go back to sleep?

Me:

FINE! My parents are selling the house so they can travel separately. Because they want to "Spice. Things. Up."

Micah:

I'm sorry. What?

Me:

Yup. My parents are separating for a year so they can travel to all the places they’ve each wanted to visit and be free to do whatever they please.

Oh, and if you're wondering if they went into specifics on the being 'free.' They did!

Micah:

(Puking face emoji)

Me:

Basically what I did right after they told me. I had to get out of there because they kept talking about it. So fucking gross. I might need Asher to open the bar up early. I need copious amounts of alcohol, preferably tequila, to forget last night.

Micah:

Jesus. I don't blame you. I'll let him know. When will you be home?

Me:

My train gets in, in about an hour. I'm going to run home and drop my stuff off. Then I'll come over. Theo and Peter are having a guys' weekend at our place, so I might crash on your couch, if that's cool?

Micah:

Doesn't Theo see Peter enough during the week? Those two are always hanging out. Also, why couldn't they move they plans to Peter's apartment? Why do you have to leave? It’s your apartment too.

Me:

You know how Theo gets when he plans something. I'm sure he has a whole itinerary planned for this weekend and has things set up a certain way. It's not worth the fight.

Micah:

You know that’s weird…right.

Me:

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