My family spends their evenings watching TV. We have our dinner, and then we all go into the living room. Mom sits in her chair, which I do not like, because it rocks, and dad sits on the sofa. If he gets there fast enough, that is. While he is making sure all the doors are locked and pushing the buttons on the set I usually beat him to it. I jump onto the sofa, push all cushions and throws off, and stretch out, making myself as long and heavy as I can. I will not move. I was there first. In the end he will manage to drag me over, so he can squeeze in, and then we all relax and I go to sleep. Until he needs to stand up for some reason. Then I hog the whole sofa again.
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