So glad it’s not just me.
Originally posted on Coffee Cups in Trees:
I haven’t felt this hung over since Christmas Eve 2010, and no Irish Car Bomb is going to fend off the buzzing in my brain.
Look at that chest. I have not read the book behind the chest yet, but you see my point.
One of the greatest things about having baby sisters who are a decade-plus younger than you is that you are constantly tripping over their teen fiction when they come to visit you. Bare chested 17-year-old boys grace the covers of books strewn across my living room on a fairly consistent basis and though I mock I think hey at least they’re reading and try not to give them too much grief (though I must anyway because the youngest one has taken to hiding the book covers from me insisting only that “it’s a really good story”).
But all joking aside-a good story is a good story, and I don’t…
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