I don't need your help. [ it's a grumble, half muffled by her face smooshing into the bed as she shifts and wriggles to slide her legs under the blankets. it's then that she realizes she hasn't changed her shirt. she doesn't want to get back out of bed so she simply peels her long sleeve shirt off, getting it caught on her head because she's laying down still and that is hard. ]
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Help. [ a pitiful bleat. ]