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| Ok, so this does not mean you have to embrace the miserable truth |
This is Culturally and Well-Inked's account of the story:
Inky and I were waiting up on the top floor of the apartment for Cuckoo to come up and as time went on we were getting more and more anxious. It was about half an hour before "Neo" actually opened the envelope and started his journey.
All the while, Inky and I were practicing keeping a straight face and every time the elevator door opened, we had a minor seizure and hid behind the walls in the side of the corridor. Of course, there was that one girl who actually lived in the room we were hiding in front of...*awkward turtle*
Inky and I also talked about our lives. GETTING DEEP YO.
When our friend finally arrived, Cuckoo magically appeared from the stairwell...and the wait began.
When our friend finally arrived, Cuckoo magically appeared from the stairwell...and the wait began.
Except...all our practice completely went to waste because the minute "Neo" stepped off the elevator we started laughing...ah well...at least we made him laugh too!
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