DECEMBER 11, 11:33AM. A DARK BEDROOM
I'm asleep. My mother rushes in.
Mom: I need you to get up.
Wonderful. I'm going to have to pack and get ready to go to Stockdon and see family. Groan.
Mom: Now, listen. There's something fun going on and we're trying to make it so you can go.
What? What's going on today? Max's? No, she wouldn't make such a
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