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Tucking the pillow under his head, Jamie stretched out along the length of the couch, eyes never leaving the television screen. Not that they actually had television. Just movies and news networks anymore, a fact which left him with no short supply of ire. Anarchy schmanarchy. No reason to no longer have publicized league sports.
Reaching forward, he snatched the bag of chips out of his dupe's hand, offering it magnanimously to the others before curling back into the couch.
"Movie's about to start," he called, drawing long legs up enough for someone to join him on the couch.
Reaching forward, he snatched the bag of chips out of his dupe's hand, offering it magnanimously to the others before curling back into the couch.
"Movie's about to start," he called, drawing long legs up enough for someone to join him on the couch.