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  <subtitle>He did. The cop cleared me, took me home, talked to Greg's mom since she was my guardian while Boston was in college, and I got to sleep off the whole day...

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&amp;quot;Hey, twerp, wake the hell up.&amp;quot; I heard a gruff voice and a strong hand shake me shoulder as I lay face-down in my bed.

&amp;quot;No...&amp;quot; I hate waking up, so I added a few adjectives after &amp;quot;no&amp;quot;.

I was flipped over on the bed to face a stern-faced Chris.

&amp;quot;Aww, c'mon.&amp;quot; I whined. &amp;quot;I didn't even do anything this time!&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Get up, or I'll kick yer ass outta bed.&amp;quot; He said, walking up.

I sighed, and got out of bed in just my pajama bottoms and a knit ski-hat that I wear out of habit so my hair isn't all messed up when I wake up.

&amp;quot;Nice job, ya saved our hides.&amp;quot; Chris said as we sat down.

&amp;quot;Yeah, I did.&amp;quot; I said, still pissed that I got dragged out of bed.

I got a good slap cross the back of my head by Chris for my comment. &amp;quot;Ya saved our hides, but no more heroics, okay?&amp;quot; He said.

&amp;quot;Sure, can I go back to bed?&amp;quot; I asked.

&amp;quot;Do whatever you want to do.&amp;quot; Chris smiled.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-16T07:56:31Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Woken Up</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Great. Sounds like Chris has a soft spot.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-16T07:56:31Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>PyroPunk 51 (PPP LoA)</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Woken Up</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sequel finally done, and guess what.  I actually like it!  Couldn&amp;#8217;t resist the little set-up you left (intentionally or not) at the end of this one&amp;#8230;just seemed to fit the character.  Hope the interminable waits aren&amp;#8217;t getting to ya&amp;#8217; too much.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-15T14:44:43Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Woken Up</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I liked the unmentioned swears added after the &amp;#8216;no&amp;#8217;.  Not quite sure I get why Chris got him, other than to pester him cause he can.  But still an endearing interaction between the two, in a tough guy sort of way, of course.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-15T14:36:11Z</published>
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