8 PM last night, my eyes are so sore light of any kind hurts them and we've made our apartment complete darkness. I sit on the couch with sunglasses on watching TV between my fingers (I have them held up over my face because even the TV is too bright).
Sam stands in the kitchen, flashlight in his mouth, stirring our mac and cheese for dinner.
That's right, people. Not only did he make us a briliant meal, he did so with a mini mag flashlight as his only source of light.
13 years ago
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