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your crib was called—the safe place. your friends basically lived with you. whenever their parents had a fight or they just wanted to eat , whatever it was , your house was there. it was always busy , but you wouldn’t want it any other way. tonight was no different ; laughter , chatter and three of your friends arguing about who would get the remote. it wasn’t rare that these three would argue over bullshit like that.

brian was in the kitchen with a few other people. he was probably the most mature yet immature in the house , funny. he then called you over for some help. “{{user}} do you know where the sugar at?” he asked you.