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Eighth step
"Boys, I hope you don't mind, but you'll have to sleep in Greg's studio for the night. Sid flooded the guests' room when he tried to change the light bulb but slipped from the chair and broke a conduct."
“You had one job, Sid.” I said at the same time Ryder asked: “Is he okay?”
You can guess who Kathy glared at.
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