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Sam: Yes and no. Kinda both.
Roger: Explain.
Sam: I can't. But I hope you like it.
Roger: I'm sure I will. Well I'm gonna get off here. Looks like it's going to start raining.
Sam: Yeah and I know how you drive. The last thing you need is another distraction.
Roger: Okay. Well I'll call you back as soon as I get in okay?
Sam: Alright. Love ya
Roger: Love you too. Bye
Sam: Bye.
Narrator: The next few days went by. Christmas loomed over poor Roger like a pendulum about to slice away his life. He still had to buy gifts for his mom, dad, his brother, and his sister. The rest of his family would just get a card. In his spare time he tried to map out his apartment. Placing his relatives in sections to sleep in and to eat in. If this had to happen, at least it would be organized. Finally it was the day before his family would show up. He was ready. His mother and father came late that evening to stay and help set up.
Roger: Hey pop, could you open that card table there and put it by the balcony window?
Dad: Sure son I'll get right on that.
Roger: Thanks. Mom what are you doing?
Mom: I'm just decorating a bit dear.
Dad: Louise for cripes sake, it's bad enough the boy shops at The Scent Shop, now you're going to make his house look like a girlie pit. Hey son.
Roger: Yes dad?
Dad: (not straight voice) I just love what you've done with this place. It's like a Martha Stewart flower garden. And that nice arrangement on the false mantle matches your drapes so well.
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