5:30 a.m.

(Alarm goes off)
Him: Rumplestiltskin. What was that guy’s deal?
Me: I don’t know. Something about a lady spinning yarn into gold? And he’s going to take her baby unless she can guess his name.
Him: Why?
Me: To eat it?
Him: Like a dingo?
Me: I guess?
Him: That’s fucked up.
(Turns alarm off)

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