Typical Jayden!
Jim worked a night shift so I was downstairs cleaning and finishing projects. When I finally got around to going to bed, I walked in my room and saw legs protruding out of a large storage box. I looked inside and there's Jayden, stuffed in the box with his book at his head and granola wrappers close by. I moved him because I didn't want to deal with the screams in the middle of the night when all the blood had rushed out of his feet.
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