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Alt 26.12.2018, 10:03
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Standard We don’t have a fucking doorbell

So a couple of yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was really excited about this however with explanation had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares and night terrors. I would wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one distinct night I had woken up the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at four in the morning is actually fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend completely awake and stated to him I heard the doorbell and to go check it since I was scared. He rapidly jumps up. Puts on clothes as well as grabs a bat. Goes all the right way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking nearby watching everything go down. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the situation while I listen to him call out to me. Babe? And I respond real shaky, Yes? He appears in the doorway with a real frustrated tired appearance in his eyes and states, We don't have a fucking doorbell.
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