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01/01/23
we’re too old to have sleepovers.
but we are IN MY BED, in my cringy bedroom, with all the rock on the walls and the Philip and Terrence posters. Stan’s drunk, and i’m high, and Kenny’s out of town- he fell asleep on call- and Wendy’s visiting her family in new york so they could see the ball drop, so me and Stan are IN MY BED and we are blasted and my room smells like nicotine and my fan’s going to wave the smoke out the window, and Stan’s hiding bottles under my pillow and thinking that i won’t notice but i noticed, and i turn over to laugh, and he’s all bright red and i smell like cigarettes and he smells like beer and then i’m kissing my best friend.