"Why don't I un-fuck my morning," I say, climbing out of bed from where I was quite comfortable and ready to go to sleep.
"How you gonna do that, boo?" Katie asks.
By this point I'm armpit deep in the warm, clean, folded clothes we got back earlier this evening from the laundromat, rooting around until I come up, triumphant, with what I was looking for.
"Workout shorts!" I say holding them up before I set them in their spot, where I'll be able to find them, half-asleep in the dark tomorrow morning when I get up.
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