That night, after we get to my sister’s apartment. We set up beds in the computer room for the three of us, me on the futon, them on the floor side by side, and go to bed. The room is dead quiet, except for the fan spinning overhead. Dead silent. I remember spending the night at both of their houses when we were little, talking about our favorite shows or boys until the sun came up.
And what's the last sentence going to be, the clincher sentence?
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