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SOMEONE keeps wrecking his pants from sitting on the grass to meditate. Grass stains on the cloak and butt are really hard to get out. Cue he now has to do his own laundry.
“Tenzin!” Pema threw the dirty clothes at his face. “Look what you did!”
“What, what, what did I do?!” He pulled the clothes off his head and took a look at them while she spoke. 143 more words