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*sitting alone in a jogging park*

Cute.

By the way...grandma died...

*there's a conversation opener*

Is that a metaphor?

More like a flat out lie. Check the sent folder of your work email.

It got me out school for the week.

I'm so ashamed of you.

Couldn't you come up with anything more creative?

Not with Murphy breathing down my next, telling me to go to school.

But I think I finally got her beat.

That's because forcing her to stay with us is a unique form of torture. I'd cave to all of your demands too.

Pffft. If that was true, I'd have a pony.