I fell into a deep sleep tucked in that little cocoon, a deeper sleep than I might of had in years. Right up until someone kicked me and said "Gotcha!
James PattersonWhat are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?โ Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. โI donโt have a mustache, you idiot!โ Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. โAnd you know what?โ I added. โYou donโt have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope.โ I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
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