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             DEFINE ‘ ANYTHING. ’       shifting to settle,   head tilts back to rest on the top of the chair,   arms folded across his chest.    it’s not the most comfortable position,   but it allows for easy dialogue.       uh  —–  my uncle mason’s back in town,   you remember him?   

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❝   you mean your hot uncle mason ? how could i forget ?   ❞   grin blossoms,  entirely unashamed of the secret she’s about to divulge.   ❝   me and about half of the girls at school have been crushing on him since,  like,  the seventh grade.   

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             SO A QUADRUPLE ORDER of those then?       brows reaching forehead,   he pulls out his phone,   fingers tapping against the screen before it’s held to his ear.    her order repeated  ( with just one of the brownies ),   he places it into his lap.   and finally,   he allows himself to truly look at her.       looks like we got half an hour to kill.   

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❝   thanks for coming by.  like i said,  it tends to get pre - tty boring around here.   ❞   she finds the remote,  turning off this week’s episode of the bachelorette.   he should feel honored.   ❝   have i missed anything ?   matt doesn’t really keep me updated.   

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❝   SERIOUSLY ?   you’re hanging with amy now ?                you’re really working your way to the bottom of the trash pile,  aren’t you ?   ❞          /          @lockwoodspecial

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❝   TYLER,  HEY.   I WAS WONDERING  if you were going to come see me.     garbed in a decidedly hideous hospital gown,  she unfolds from the bed that has confined her for the last two days.  she smiles in a way that is thankful to be rescued from this solitude.  ❝   please tell me you brought food and that it’s better than the slop they’re serving here.   i’m starving but i don’t think i can stomach another cup of jello cubes   ❞   /   @lockwoodspecial

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