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“My dear, sweet, pain in the ass older sisters begged me to come with them to lunch today. They were running late so they told me to order for all of us. Being a darling baby brother, I did. And how do they repay me? They flake! They both flaked on me!” Morgan looks up with an exaggerated expression of hopelessness. “Please come eat all this food with me. I already paid for it.”

   “Oh hey,” she called over to them as she straightened herself back up. “You wouldn’t happen to know whose cat this is, would you?”

She either won’t put them up for about a week, or she’ll cave and spend the rest of the evening decorating her classroom. The latter is most likely. “Actually, do you have a second? It’s fine if you don’t, but I could use some extra hands to move all this stuff.”

“Oh shit, hey! Are you going up tonight?” He gestures toward the stage, where someone is currently singing their best rendition of Africa’s "Toto". “Please be going up tonight.”