This morning, 6:32am:
Will wakes up. Rolls over.
My alarm is going off in a few minutes, he tells me.
Urm, I respond
We look at each other with evil in our hearts. You know what sort of evil I'm talking about.
Later:
He grabs his towel to go shower. Hey, I'm not even going to be late for work!
...
Wait, that's not something to brag about, is it?
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