When we got home, Dad was home, smoking old weed with Towelie. "Sick, dude!" Kyle exclaims. He hates the smell of weed. When we got to my room, I started, "What you wanna do?" I ask. "Hmm... We could make a blanket fort just like we're 12 again! Oh, and watch a movie!" his face lit up. "How could I say no?" i say, taking his hat off. He tries to get it back on, but i stopped him. "Your beauty is natural, dude." I say, putting his hat on dresser. After that, we grabbed all the materials to make a blanket fort.
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Though it took an hour or so, it was totally worth it. I leaned against the wall of the fort which was the actual wall. The next thing we know, Kyle fell asleep in my arms as we watched Terrance and Phillip. Just like when we were little.
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