getting out of bed sux ass

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Please please please don’t make me get up.
I’ll do anything.
I’ll be good.
I’ll be so good.
I’ll be so good tomorrow.
I’ll be so good that I’ll wake up before my alarm and jump right out of bed.
I’ll be so good that I’ll wash and dry my hair,
pull it back with a clip the way my mom always wanted me to.
Tomorrow is far enough away.
I will do it all tomorrow.
I swear.
Just don’t make me get up today.

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