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Friday Night At The Logan House
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| Your Mom and I are leaving for the party over at the Myers. Their number is by the phone and dinner's in the fridge. You sure you can keep an eye on Mikey? | |
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| Dad, I'm like seventeen, everything will be cool. | |
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| My folks won't be back for another hour, what's the problem? | |
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| I dunno....your kid brother's creeping me out. | |
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| Quit being silly and let's go to my room, he's harmless....trust me. | |
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| Boobies....stab...kill.... | |
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