Chapter70

Ihardlysleptthatnight...

Don'taskwhyyoudon'tsleep,youshouldknowwhyyouhaveKeithbyyourside,youcanguess,I'mexhausted,becausesomepeoplesayI'maplayboyorsomething.Imetabastardholdingmehere.Hesaidhewassinging...

Cry.

Idon'tknowwherehecamefrom.Heistired.Heisnottiredatall.Healwaysholdshimdown.Whenanewdaycomes,heknowsitismyholiday.Hestaresatmefromthemomentheopenshiseyes.Fortunately,IwasabletostopitbyputtingtheworkIhadtodobeforegoingtoworktomorrow,soInarrowlyescapedKeith'smouth.

ButevenifIsurvive,thatdoesn'tmeanI'llbeworkingonalaptopscreen,butIwon'tbesittingonadeskbecauseI'mstuckharderbyKeiththanmousetrapglue,soIwon'tbesittingonadesk.ButifIdon'tputmylaptoponthebed,theworkwon'tgoaway,andifIdon'tputmylaptoponthebedtowork,itwon'tbetoomuchofaproblemsittingonthebedtowork.IwaspulledbyKeithtohislapinsteadofachair.Moreimportantly,heandIarenaked.Idon'twanttothinkaboutwhatmyjobwouldbelikeifitsuddenlybecamesoMoMo.