Personal Narrative: The Three Bedroom Thing

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Its been a week now. Sleeping with Michael was like sleeping with the most honest person in the world. He'd tell the truth about how he felt about something in his sleep but lie in broad daylight. One of the lies I knew he told was that he didn't like me more than a friend. It was all cause of him being a sleep talker that I found out and to be honest - I love it when he talks in his sleep.I stared at Michael who smiled at me as his cheeks became red. I let out a giggle,looking down at the floor. Why was he such a dick when we were in public and so nice to me when we were alone together?

"Luke its time for bed time" I looked towards my mom who smiled at me and Michael. "Im sorry about the three bedroom thing - hopefully it will change" I shook

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