There's something not right with that girl...

I walk out of the bathroom with my face screwed up, into a sour puss, from the "pain" of being awake at 7:30 am, and I almost slam into Zoë as she goes bounding down the hall. She looks over at me with a huge smile carrying three pairs of shoes, spraying her own flavor of sunshine all over the room.

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-Justin