"Time for my plugs," I said as I placed my pink foam earplugs on the nightstand, the kind I've worn every night for 15 years.
"I hadn't warned Mike I was like this... along with the many other quirks that would eventually interfere with his life."
Then I heard it. A tiny toot from his nose. I opened one eye. He was quiet. I closed my eye. Then, a snort. I opened both eyes. What the hell was going on?
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