Prompt 72

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"I'm dying! Death is imminent! I will not survive this, *Ann!"

I glanced to where *Josh was flopped over the couch.

"You won't die from a paper cut." I smiled and rolled my eyes, and I focused back on my messy notes.

I heard the couch move and then a loud thud. I heard *Josh mutter "ow".

"Did you fall?" I asked without looking.

"No." He answered defensively.

"I told you so."

"Shut up."

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