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Terrence {flashback} I was nervous to introduce my brothers to Blythe. I was already walking on thin ice with her. Beth sat in the passenger seat and Spencer sat in the back with Lawrence who I had picked up from his place. The car ride was silent aside from Beth's periodic attempts to get conversation flowing, all of which failed miserably. No one was interested in speaking. Everyone was just interested in getting the night over and done with. We arrived at their mom's place. The curtains were pinned away from the front window and I caught a glimpse of Blythe dancing like a mad woman, a bowl tucked in her arm as she stirred with a wooden spoon. As soon as she saw the headlights she stopped dancing and scurried out of sight, likely into the kitchen, to tell her mom that we were here. S
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