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2024-10-29 19:42:56Chey, Deidra, and I spent the entire Sunday, just hanging out and watching movies all day. I learned that Deidra was funny, sarcastic, and crazy loyal. They shared a very interesting story of how she beat up a guy for making fun of the way Chey dressed. Overall, she seemed like a good friend to have, and I was happy that she was my other roommate.
We avoided all talk of Mark and Jessie for the entire day, and I was very grateful for that.
We all went to bed early that night, so we could get up on time for school, much to our displeasure.
I let my hand fall on top of my phone, my fingers tapping at it blindly to turn it off. After a minute, I cracked one eye open and slid the alarm to snooze.
I rolled back over and closed my eyes once again. Apparently, Chey and Deidra had other plans. The second I fell back asleep they started to jump on my bed and legs. I groaned and opened my eyes reluctantly. Chey got off and turned on some music. She took a minute
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