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| "Look, it's Molly! Hey Molly, why don't you come sit over her? Ya like football?" One of the more friendly uncles motioned for her to sit next to him on the couch, holding out a newly-opened Diet Coke that was obviously meant for her. | ||
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| "Maggie. It's Maggie. And, uh, no thanks." She looked around for some support from Sam, but he seemed to be deeply involved in a conversation with the younger, pimply cousin on his left. "C'mon. Everyone in this family likes football. Does Sam know you don't like football? Hey Sam, how come you didn't tell us Molly doesn't like football?" "Maggie. It's Maggie."  Uncle Joe turned his attention back toward the game, muttering under his breath. "Sam's girlfriend doesn't like football. Hey, did you guys hear that?" Maggie sighed. "She's fine, Uncle Joe." More... |
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