(by miyuklm)
I giggled, watching the way he hopped and stepped around the mess on my floor. He never really complained that it was always messy and almost impossible to traverse. We’d turned it into a game, which made it much more fun.
“You’re almost there! Keep going!”
There was a knock on the door, which I ignored.
“Who are you talking to in there?” The voice from outside the door asked.
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