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"The three little pigs!" Sophie piped up

"The three zombies!" Jason chimed in

Miranda chose not to point out to her son that his contribution wasn’t a real thing Instead, she sic word?"

"Three," the twins said in unison

"Three," she confir to be just fine"

Her kids bea their fears and convincing theht

Too bad she couldn’t convince herself

"Put the fking bottle down"

Seth cranked open one eye, gli room doorway, and pro on the couch for the past hour, one cheek plastered on the cushion, one ar the tequila bottle he’d been nursing all night

"I’m serious Drop the bottle"

Seth did the opposite He tucked the bottle to his side and held it with the protective grip you’d use on a baby

Footsteps thudded against the hardwood

"You’re really going to ?"

"Fuck off," he mumbled, his voice rusty frole word since he’d left Miranda’s house last night Jesus And his breath reeked of alcohol

"Give ot closer "Motherfucking fk I do not have time for this," he heard Dylan mutter

And then chaos erupted The bottle was yanked out of Seth’s possession and suddenly he was no longer on the couch but sailing through the air His ass landed on the floor with a heavy thuh his temples, not just from the hit, but fro since last night His stoed to choke it down before he hurled all over the place

"That’s it," Dylan said in disgust "I’ Miranda She can coroaned when the room started to spin "You can’t call Miranda I dumped her"