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Sunday Morning
Apr. 16th, 2006 09:19 amXander woke up... to a bed covered in chocolate eggs.
He would've stopped to say, or at least think WTF? And then wonder if Isabel had done it and decide he needed to cross-stitch Best. Roomie. Ever. on a sampler or something, except the whole room seemed to be covered with them, so he took a wild guess it wasn't her.
And then he was too busy eating.
And then he was too busy discovering that in fact? It is humanly possible to eat too much chocolate. Bleeeeergh sugar-dump.
And then he was too busy stumbling sleepily off to IKEA.
He would've stopped to say, or at least think WTF? And then wonder if Isabel had done it and decide he needed to cross-stitch Best. Roomie. Ever. on a sampler or something, except the whole room seemed to be covered with them, so he took a wild guess it wasn't her.
And then he was too busy eating.
And then he was too busy discovering that in fact? It is humanly possible to eat too much chocolate. Bleeeeergh sugar-dump.
And then he was too busy stumbling sleepily off to IKEA.
