The Twisted Roads To My Madness
“Shit, I coughed into my armpit, I always do!”
“BULLSHIT!” He yells, his face white with panic. “YOU JUST SPRAYED MY FUCKING CHAIR LIKE IT WAS A POT PLANT!”
“Now you’re just overreacting.”
“FEEL IT!” He yells pointing at the head rest of his chair.
“Will you two stop arguing!”
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