Vinnie was still in bed, feeling pretty miserable and cold and goddamn this seasonal plant empathy because he did not want to do anything or go anywhere right now.
With a groan (exaggerated for loudness), he smushed his face into his pillow. A muffled "FUCKKK" could be heard.
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FUCKING. WINTER.
Vinnie was still in bed, feeling pretty miserable and cold and goddamn this seasonal plant empathy because he did not want to do anything or go anywhere right now.
With a groan (exaggerated for loudness), he smushed his face into his pillow. A muffled "FUCKKK" could be heard.