Revenge, thy name is KC
KC left on her winter break before I did. I was sad to see her go.
I could not be alone in my mourning, so I required company in our room. Unfortunately, our room has very little seating accomodations and necessitated some creative thinking on my part.
Luckily, I pushed all of KC’s belongings off of her dresser and pulled it out from under her bed in order to create more options for my guests.
Un-luckily, I didn’t fix it before I left for my vacation.
Now KC’s retribution is in full swing. She has yet to mention the circumstances, but has still made me fully aware of her intentions.
For example, she told me there was not 10 PM Mass on Sunday night. And there was.
And, she is leaving her Newspaper Comics on my side of the room.
And she’s making her socks smell really really bad.
Revenge, thy name is KC.
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