I’m in my comfiest clothes, greasy hair balled into a bread roll shape on top of my head, and no one needs to see that. ![]() ![]() Hannah says she will, her head dunking back into the covers, her phone a periscope that’s snapping a picture of my defeat. A game of rock paper scissors is usually what it takes for me and my housemate Hannah to decide who’s doing what between us, and now I’ve lost the best of three rounds I’ve to peel myself from our duvet nest and get going. Two of us have been watching telly and as of last minute I’m the one heading to the shop.
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