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[tvaholic]

Curtis wonders if he's going paranoid. Like any day now Newbie's going to hand him the divorce papers and he'll be stuck watching TV with...with Nathan. Or worse, the cats. Except, he figures, Newbie would probably take full custody of the cats like children. Curtis would get them every other weekend.

Damn Nathan. Damn therapy. Build relationships?

A load of crap, he thought, brooding on the couch with a bowl of soggy FrootyO's.