Sam called three, or four times. Trouble was, he facetimed me, he never picked it, though. Thought I'd got away with it. Then he Facetimed me back again, and he was on to me. The accusations came thick and fast. It was late then, I was listening to music. I wasn't trying to hide it, or anything, not really. So, I told him I was going to bed. And I went to bed.
Last, I've heard.
Mr Perfect will be Mr Cranky.
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