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If you're looking for Shannon, she's in her room watching the end of a cheesy Thanksgiving special play out on televison. Shouldn't she be spending the holiday with (what remains of) her family, you ask? Yeah, she already tried that. It didn't really work.

Obviously.

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Boone feels like shit for the argument they had at the table not too long ago. More specifically, for mentioning her father.

He knocks lightly on the door with the knuckle of his middle finger. "Shannon?"

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Telling him to go away probably wouldn't help things. Settling for the next best thing, she glares. "What do you want?"

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He pauses, letting out a soft, barely audible sigh. "Can I come in?"

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"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." She clicks off the television and folds her arms across her chest. "So what are you doing here? Did you think of some more stuff Dad did wrong?”