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to the Kitchen
 One Thanksgiving when she was in high school, her mother completely forgot to buy a turkey. She had tried to make a joke out of it.

I guess we know who the real turkey is in this family.

To make up for it, she had ordered Maggie's favorite takeout, sweet and sour chicken. They parked in front of the television for the afternoon and ate out of the paper boxes while watching the taped version of Macy's parade that her mother had recorded that morning before they woke up.
to the Den
to the Backyard
 She should have been relieved. Turkey was never her favorite. But that year, she wished her mother had made it.

"Turkey's almost ready! Honey could you start the gravy?" One of the sugary sweet aunts started towards her, flour and baster in hand.

A cacophony of deep hoots erupted from the opposite side of the house.

"Honestly. Those guys. For once, they could shut that silly game off."
to the Living Room