[ Rich grumbles softly into the blanket, still refusing to get up before falling silent. He's almost back to sleep when that damn pillow hits his head and he gurgles out something like a grown that gets muffled into the blanket. ]
Ugh. Up your ass. Where else.
[ They are actually on the table where the leftover containers are, not that Richie remembers that. ]
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Ugh. Up your ass. Where else.
[ They are actually on the table where the leftover containers are, not that Richie remembers that. ]