So I was downstairs walking/running/dying on the treadmill and it was wicked hot, so I opened the basement door to let some cool air in. Ollie ran in the house and I couldn't keep an eye on him because HELLO, he's a f***ing cat and because I was dying. Then my dad came in, and then B2, and my dad started listening to music at like, 40 decibels because it was that kind of day, I guess. And the door was still open, so Ollie must have run back outside because you know, sometimes he thinks.
Then my mom came home and OMG WHERE IS HER BABY OMG OMG OMG I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU SH***Y KIDS ANYMORE.
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