Winchester, how come you're still in bed?
The Writer bought me this new bed. I had a miserable night.
Hee-hee-hee! It is a little small.
What was The Writer thinking? I guess it's like when she tries on a dress in a size four when she's really a size--
Or it's like you trying to squeeze in a place your whiskers can pass through, but the rest of you can't.
Is there an ejector button on this thing?
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