The end is near...

There's a man cold in the house ... and it's me. I have the man cold. man-cold

This is pretty much a conversation Alpha Man and I just had, only it's me in the bed. And I'm not even sorry. In a few minutes I'm going to text him and ask for cookies... And the remote. I can't reach it. It's two feet away on my nightstand.


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