I got to go to Lance's house since we were both planning to go to a rotary meeting. As far as scenery goes, that place is like a yard sale implosion. Lance's siblings are scary. And noisy. And insane. We had to lock his door because they kept trying to crawl into the room and show me things, or glomp me, or insult me, or make fun of my "accent," or
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