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“Alright, you have to order the pizza,” Cher leveled as she plopped down onto her bed and grabbed the remote for the TV. “I don’t know how to do it.” It was said casually, as if she were saying that she didn’t know how to do rocket science. The truth was, she hadn’t ordered her own pizza in years; she picked up her own groceries, but ordering food was a feat she had yet to master. She turned the TV on then proceeded to slip her shoes off, leaning forward to pet the cat as he jumped up onto the bed.
“Alright, what do you want to watch? I can rent pretty much any movie you want,” she declared, leaning back against a mass of fluffy pillows.






