[In her defense, she wriggles because of his dogs in the first place. As for the second accusation, she sputters:] What?
[Sorry for your narrative, Bellamy, but no more sleep for you. She pulls him backwards, sliding back to make him roll onto his back again, and climbs on top of him, agile and far too awake for -- she squints -- eight in the morning? she'll eat Nike, it's done.]
I so don't snore, I think your own snores wake you up.
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[Sorry for your narrative, Bellamy, but no more sleep for you. She pulls him backwards, sliding back to make him roll onto his back again, and climbs on top of him, agile and far too awake for -- she squints -- eight in the morning? she'll eat Nike, it's done.]
I so don't snore, I think your own snores wake you up.