“What are you doing in my room?”
Send me “What are you doing in my room?”, and I’ll generate a number between 1 and 25 for what my muse will say to yours.
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“I can’t go home tonight.”
So Myde’s bright idea was to waltz into a stranger’s home, through the window, no less, and attempt to persuade them to let him stay.
“Long story, lots of heartache, blah blah blah.” He sheepishly met her gaze, debating if he should tell her why.
“Please let me stay the night. I make killer waffles, so I can earn my keep in the morning, if that’s alright with you?”












