It was a bright, relentlessly sunny Friday morning, and Shelton was stumbling into the kitchen to prepare himself his first meal of the day-- elevensies. He had woken up rather late, and therefore missed first and second breakfast. Suddenly, the phone rang. Missy, standing next to the phone eating a poptart, glanced at the number. "Hmm," she said
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*chews fingernails* what's gonna happen? Why am I chewing my nails? agh!
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