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"Ever, happy birthday! Woohoo!"
"Come on, let's go! Let's have a party! We brought lots of alcohol!"
"Nice house, man!"
Then, all of a sudden, there was shouting and loud noises throughout the house, as they all surged inside, pushing me against the wall as I'm invisible in their eyes now.
It's almost as though all of Willow High's seniors have gathered here. Our house isn't even big enough to accommodate them all; in fact, our once-large enough-for-us home appeared to be the smallest house I'd ever seen.
"Ever!"
The noise was deafening, there were speakers blaring in every corner of the house, and it felt like I was in a crazy zoo in an instant.
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