Chapter Fifteen

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Me: *walks into a room and finds Michael sitting at his desk* Hey Michael!

Michael: *looks up and smiles at me* Hi sweetie.

Me: There's something on your face.

Michael: Where?

Me: *lightly boops Michael on the nose* Gotcha! 😂

Michael: *giggles*

Me: I stole all your fedoras and hid then somewhere. *grins mischievously*

Michael: Girl, you know I love my fedoras.

Me: But they're old-fashioned! 😂

Michael: Gimme back my fedoras.

Me: Nuh uh.

Michael: Please?

Me: Nope. *giggles*

Michael: Pretty please?

Me: Sorry, not happening.

Blanket: *comes in holding a bag of Michael's fedoras* Daddy, I found these in F/n's closet.

Me: Blanket! You weren't supposed to do that! 😂 *takes the bag of Michael's fedoras and runs away with them*

Michael: Aye! Come here! *runs after me*

Me: *tries to climb up on the dining room table, but Michael catches me*

Michael: I've caught you. Now, please gimme my fedoras.

Me: Make me. 😈

Michael: Girl, I'm not playing.

Me: You're the one who's old-fashioned! 🤣

Appleheadfan1958: Who wants cookies?!

Michael: COOKIES?! Yessss! *goes to find Appleheadfan1958 to get some cookies*

Paris, Blanket, and Prince: Yay! Cookies!

Me: *giggles*

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