The Teenager came down for a couple of nights in order to watch her brother play basketball and to hang out with my mom, who is visiting for the same purpose.
This morning, I ran to the Hellmouth to pick up the groceries that I will need for the team breakfast that I am hosting tomorrow, and, while I was shopping, I got the following text from The Teenager.
I died, laughing.
It was a good way to go.
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