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"Hi!" I beam excitedly, throwing my backpack. It hits dad in the stomach behind me.
"What have I said about drinking here?"
"It's American slang." I invent wildly. "It's like anther word for marry, like you know, how she gets married all the time. She funs a lot of guys, she marries a lot of them,"
"This entire school is insane,"
"I can't believe you just compared the hottest guy in our year to your dad,"
"We are not getting kicked out of the only Saturday brunch place in town because Dave can't make a decision,"
"What were you thinking?"
"Is it really that bad?"
"Wait, how'd you know I was going to talk to him?"
Freddy laughs out loud. "I have never seen anyone less excited about a date,"
"That's not fair! I was very excited to get a free meal!"
"I don't think I can be friends with you anymore,"
"Fine, I'll find someone less dramatic,"
She huffs. "And now I don't want to be friends with you!"
"What are you doing?" Louis asks.
"I can't remember if I put "Carson's friends crash from school" on my Bingo board and I know Dad did!" I cry.
"Wow, you are super intense today,"
"I haven't started on you yet,"
"But you look great," He hastens to add. "Your ponytail's extra bouncy today; did you switch shampoos?"
He rolls his eyes, but he's fighting a smile. "So stubborn!"
"Stubbornness is like an inherently Gryffindor trait! Look at everyone you're related to!"
"That is literally the worst idea you've had all night, including when we stopped at the diner and you wanted to get fish tacos,"
"Fish tacos are delicious!" Meg cries.
"You don't get fish tacos from a diner!" Lizzie cries back.
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