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So my brother had a party last Saturday while my parents were gone and I came home to find about 40 drunken minors throwing glasses, pounding back Busch Lite, yelling and eventually fighting. I told my parents about it, because I was in charge and I really should have been home to prevent it, and they seemed pretty cool about it. I guess they expected him to party but were glad he didn't mess anything up too bad. I was worried that both Lance and my parents would be mad at me, but everything seems fine. Sometimes it really does seem like my life is a stupid, serial sitcom. Everything always works out.

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