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The other night, Greg woke me up in the wee hours by rocking his hips back and forth. (Kinda like he was hula-hooping, only without the side-to-side motion.) Anyway, it woke me up, and Skeeter was standing up at the bottom of the bed with a stank look on his face (by which I mean his ears were back, and his eyes were squinted the way they squint when he’s pissed), so I think he was sleeping next to Greg’s feet and got woken up, too. I asked Greg what he was doing, and Greg’s response, delivered in a sweet tone like you might say “I’m snuggling you!” to someone you liked: “I’m stabbing you!” So naturally I was like, “I’m sorry, what? What the fuck did you just say to me? Why would you say that?” And Greg flipped over in bed (he had previously been facing the wall) and, with his eyes still closed, said, “We’re playing Knights in Shining Armor, aren’t we?”
