Things go down the drain quick.
I'm laying in bed this morning, and Ziggy gets up for his shower, comes back to bed after it, and informs me that I need to get a job yesterday because he's scared. Then he starts asking me all these questions as to where all I am going to try to get a job at. No pressure, huh? Like I don't know we have bills to pay?
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No pressure
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