I was eating your pillows, sitting on your bed, ripping out the feathers inside because they tickle my throat. I freeze as I hear a gasp behind me. I slowly turn my head toward the door, the pillow stuffed into my mouth, giving me hamster cheeks. You’re standing there furious as you see your last pillow being eaten by me. I spit the pillow out, grinning awkwardly. hey (your name)… how was your date…? I ask, uncomfortable
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