• Me: what a difference an hour shorter of sleep makes! I sound like my mother.
• Whitney: I now get anxious about how much sleep I get, like, if I go to bed late I think of how PAINFUL it will be.
• Me: it's a sickness.
• Whitney: it's called GROWING UP! Augh, and it sucks.
• Me: but parts of it are good! We have access to more things! We've done most of the hard stuff! That's what she said!
• Whitney: you should come over and watch stories with me.
• Me: I promise not to bring pudding this time.

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