...new friends. (Flowers would have been better)
To be honest, I don't want to be friends with the crazed squirrel that has decided to make a home above my room.
That's him. He scares me and around midnight he starts digging... I swear one of these nights it's going to chew through the ceiling and launch itself straight onto my bed and attack... I'll never be the same again.
I'm traumatized and am on day 4 of restless sleep because its digging is so bloody loud.
It's gonna eat me. And when it does... fat ass will look like this:
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