Dear Katie,
Sometimes I swing open the bathroom door, take off my clothes, and slide open the glass shower door, all at a perfectly normal volume. Then I get in the shower and make a sound to indicate that I am freezing, and you let out the loudest, most blood curdling scream known to man. Because you didn't hear me, you freak.
I'm glad we both survived our heart attacks.
Love,
Erin
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