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My dad has the biggest imagination.

[ Laurie is lying on Sylvia's dorm room bed, staring out the window at the snow. ]

Oh? Like how?

He's a writer, isn't he? That's what they're supposed to do.

He was a fantasy writer. Is. He's published a few things. But, yeah. He never had the sane bedtime story twice and even the common ones, he poked and twisted around.

It certainly made bedtime fun. I don't think I can begin to tell you how many different versions of Rapunzel I've heard.

That sounds nice. My dad was an accountant.

It was. I have a few of his books on tape, if you ever wanted to listen.

[Looking at Laurie, now, so very glad she shares a room with no one.]

What was he like?

Probably a lot. I got the Hobbit more times that I can remember.

If you ever meet my dad, don't tell him that's one of my favorite books. He'd get upset. [She's serious for all of two seconds and then smirks and shakes her head. No, he won't mind. The Hobbit was one of his favorites, too.]

It's more my dad's favorite books than mine.

[His dad named him Theodred for God's sake.]

But I won't tell him. [Grins]

[ Singles are the best. Laurie had one, before... ]

Yeah, maybe.

He was boring, but he was alright, I guess. Worked a lot, worked hard.

[Hey, that's an awesome name.]

Good. I'm glad you can keep my secret, Theo.

I hear accountants do that.

Hey, if I move off campus, I want to try to take you with me. Someone walked in on me arguing with that ghost in the bathroom. It was awkward. I might just move home.

Alright, I don't see why we can't do that. Sounds fun.

[And his dad calls himself Melkor. His father is a ridiculous fan. It's scary.]

I'm good at secrets.

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