Page 74 of Well That Happened

And I flee.

Behind me, Caleb’s laughter echoes down the hallway.

I head back to my room, defeated. Tired. And more than a little cranky.

I throw on my fluffy pink robe and collapse onto the bed just in time to hear my phone buzz against the dresser. I reach over and grab it.

?? The Hockey House Thread ???

Caleb:So just to

confirm—everyone saw the purple… accessory?

Grayson: Confirmed.

Hunter: Yep.

Rilee:NOPE. No. No you didn’t.

This conversation is over.

Caleb:Oh no. It’s just getting started.

Was it waterproof? For science.

Grayson:Looked ergonomic.

Rilee:I hate it here.

Hunter:She’s spiraling.??

Caleb:Don’t spiral, sweetheart. We’re just admiring your commitment to personal wellness.

Rilee:I will end you.

Hunter:You left it ON THE COUNTER.

Next to a FLESHLIGHT.

This whole house needs to be power washed.

Grayson:Correction: I don’t own one. Not my mess.

Caleb:We get it, Grayson. You are the sex toy.

Hunter:No toys here either as long as we’re sharing.

Rilee: I’m deleting this thread and starting a new life.

Hunter:Please don’t. This is the best entertainment I’ve had all week.

Caleb:New group name suggestion: Rilee’sRechargeables.

Grayson changed the group name to:

Battery OperatedChaos.

Rilee:You’re all dead to me.

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