I don't even know where to begin with this, boy it's a strange one. It all started because Marley wanted hot chocolate. To make said hot chocolate we needed milk, which we didn't have. We asked our friends upstairs if they would let us borrow some and they complied, but we had to go up and get it. Marley being Marley was too lazy and stubborn to go and get it, and I didn't really want to go either. I was real stubborn about it, but Marley was intent on making me go upstairs. She clearly had some ulterior motives. What does she do? Drag me by the arm to make me go.
When I say she literally dragged me, I mean it. She dragged me across the floor, out of our apartment, down the hallway, and all the way to the elevator. Ironically, this was a lot more work than just going up and getting the milk, I admit. That wasn't my problem. So we get to the elevator, cause thankfully she wasn't planning on dragging me up the stairs (that would have hurt). The doors open and there were people inside! They must have given us the strangest looks, after all I was sprawled across the floor. Not one of my brighter moments. The two of us high tailed it out of there as fast as we could. Yeah, we're real classy like that.
P.S. Marley's stubbornness continued when ran the vacuum cleaner while our other roommates watched the Superbowl. We hate them.
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